Just Get The Heck Outside
In case you’ve forgotten how much an eensy peek at nature can reduce your stress

“It’s eighteen degrees!” states one of my students during the calendar time portion of our GoogleMeet. “I want to be outside!”
“Me, too,” I reassure them. Usually, my internet reach falls short of my back deck. And my front porch. And so I’m relegated to my makeshift box-cum-standing desk in our communal living room/kitchen/dining area. Sun streaks through windows begging to be wiped, lighting up aisles of snake and spider plants, and more green outside than gray is observable. It still doesn’t feel close enough to nature. It’s not in nature.
After my student’s comment, I decide to re-attempt backyard cyber-connection. Miraculously it works! Toting enough paperwork to wallpaper the Louvre, and sufficient pens and paperclips to clean the cuticles and ear canals of every coffee-drinking adult in the world, I relocate.
A red-winged blackbird carrying a curled maple leaf half its size docks on the fence about thirty feet away. I chuckle as I notice how close it is to a firm-handled mug balanced on one of the posts. The earthenware coffee cup that my neighbor had sipped from yesterday between chatting with me and chainsawing his unruly shrub to death.
Dandelions sprout like uneven ties on my unpatterned quilt of lawn. Their gorgeous faces, staring up at the sun as I’d like to be doing, bring a smile to my lips. Some are accompanied by wild violets which, though considered a weed, I can’t bear to remove. Have you ever Nancy Drew-ed one? Admired the purple veins darker than my great aunt’s varicose-splotched legs leading into a mouth-like cavern complete with shaggy fuzz. I imagine a buzzing creature, convinced it's stumbling through the beaded doorway of a fortune teller only to be deceivingly led into a nectar-filled center.

A sense of calm floods even the fingertips typing comments on student work. The trill of a cardinal who lands on my bike, propped against the shed, blends in with crow squawks, the chuck-chuck-chuckle of a robin, and the harsh whistle of a starling. A bushy-tailed gray squirrel shimmies around the trampoline edge, catching the eye of our cat who crouches low.
Dr. Ian Alcock recommends 120 minutes a week in nature as it “can help reduce anxiety, promote creativity and contribute to heart health”. And at this moment I understand why.
Even if I’m oddly combining work and the bliss nature proffers, tranquility settles deep within my bones. Staring out over the hood of my laptop I watch a nuthatch peck about the knots in the cedar railings horizoning their way across patches of emerald. And my heart sings.
©Jennifer J. McDougall 2021