It had been a while since I was out in nature. Having had an exceptionally long few weeks I decided to take a mental health break. Scott offered to take us to a spot on the American River. It was a hurried trip as my day, like many days in the preceding weeks, except replace "river" with "task": appointment, task, task, task, appointment, appointment, appointment.
It was a hot day, so the only wind on the way up and back was the vented air conditioning. With Scott as the DJ, the music was good, and the highlight being my remembering the name of a group and a song. The best part of the drive was a short nap, at least it was for me. Scott had the distinct pleasure of hearing me snore something fierce, adding an unfortunate syncopation like diesel engine-braking while bald eagles call in the distance. Sorry, Sweets.
While at the river we laid upon our makeshift lounge: Riverbed grooves for heels and butts, backpacks for pillows. We also played in the river. The water was cool, but surprisingly easy get in. Scott taught me how to hold air in my nose while under water and how to exhale through my nose. His patience helped me overcome the anxiety I had felt when water was on my face. We retreated to our riverbed lounge; we relaxed, ate snacks, and took a snooze. Before long it was time to return. We talked on the way back. It was a peaceful trip. And most of all, I felt refreshed, like I had been missing something. I realized that not only was it the quality of our connection, it was our connecting with nature. Taking time to slow down, to hear chipmunks scurry, flowing water effervesce in the boulder narrows, and wind filter through pines is time worth taking. It soothes the soul, pleases the heart, and calms the body. To that end I wrote a blog for the private practice: http://cypressholistic.com/rediscover-your-roots/ .