Tuesday, March 13, 2012
The simplest medicine
Cheeky ducks, begging shamelessly in front of the American Indian museum.
Have you ever read "The Secret Garden" by Frances Hodgson Burnett? If not, I highly recommend you do. What a wonderful book. When I had what we called the German Measles, my sister read the book to me by candlelight, ironically indoors with the shades pulled down to keep out all natural light. It was thought at the time that the measles could damage eyesight, hence the enforced darkness.
The book is about a little boy who heals himself of a mysterious chronic ailment that makes him too weak to walk by spending time outside with friends, gardening, telling stories, breathing fresh air and eating fresh food. This book had a huge impact on me.
There is no evidence to support it, but I believe there is no illness or injury that can be completely vanquished without fresh air and sunshine or the perfect pearly gray sky that those in the Pacific Northwest love dearly, or the windy foggy weather of the west coast of the U.S. In the book, it's the scent of the heather on the moors that cures the boy. Here in Washington DC in springtime, the soft air, sunshine, birdsong and blooming trees can help cure any number of problems. At least it feels like it can, it really does.
If you haven't spent some time outside today, why not nip out for a few minutes, breathe some fresh air, check out the weather? If it's rainy or blustery where you are, you don't have to stay out very long, but check in with Ma Nature, will you? And for those who discover a beautiful spring (or fall) day awaiting, why not take the afternoon off work, walk somewhere, drink lemonade or tea or vodka, whatever! Commune. It'll do you a world of good, I guarantee it!