When I was struggling with my eating disorder, despite my parents' best efforts, I never felt ready to go to treatment. But, after a year of fighting so incredibly hard to break myself free, I finally managed to take my first step towards the road to recovery. That first step turned out to be a move across the country.
My father passed down to me a passion for Mother Nature. So for me, leaving the city made sense. By living simply, immersing myself in the outdoors and bringing Nature, in all Her glory, to the front and centre of my life, I was able to find a genuine connection to myself- something that my eating disorders robbed me of for so long.
In all of Her many forms; beautiful and peaceful, scary and unpredictable- Nature reflected my inner process.
And in time, she healed me.
Thoreau celebrated the healing powers of Nature by saying that he believes there is a subtle magnetism within Her, which, if we unconsciously yield to it, will direct us aright.
Frank Lloyd Wright believed that as long as he studied, loved and stayed close to Nature, she would never fail him.
She bestows upon us a sense of connectedness, meaning and purpose. She feeds the soul and eases the mind. She has the unique ability to invigorate our tired cells while simultaneously putting us at ease. Melodic lullabies made of thunderstorms and ocean waves.
For these reasons, I believe I was able to work through my recovery most effectively while living so closely to the Earth.
The complexities of the interactions in Nature have worked perfectly, without intervention, since the beginning of time. For people whose minds and hearts are chaotic, there is a sense of structure and reliability reflected in Her, that, if wise enough to use it as such, can be a powerful model for life.
In a society that is saturated and bogged down with deadlines and expectations, being out in Mother Nature gives us a chance to genuinely appreciate that the world is actually alive and interesting, and that we are beautiful just as we are.