I’m boosting my creative juices? During May, I am participating in David Suzuki’s 30 X 30 Nature Challenge: 30 Minutes in Nature over the next 30 days. #NatureIsCalling
See my post: A Fun Challenge That Could Make You a Better Writer
Why will this boost my creative juices? “A growing chorus of scientists and researchers agree: time spent in nature makes us happier, healthier and less stressed. It increases creativity and lowers risk of heart attacks. It even makes us nicer, more empathetic humans, with more meaningful relationships and increased community involvement.”
Water, a Mystical Antidote
How many beaches have you walked, sunbathed at, or where you read a romance novel? What drew you to the sandy shore? Was it the party atmosphere or a stunning sunset? Was it an opportunity to relax and get a tan?
In fact, I believe it was the water, not the sand, that drew you to the beach. The sound of waves lapping at your feet subliminally banished your worries of the day. The hypnotic rhythm lulled you into a state of pure bliss. Even a small shoreline has the same power as the beaches of Cook Island.
Sammy, Jade and I visit Chickakoo Lake Recreation Site almost daily. There are a string of lakes surrounded by old forest. A network of groomed trails connects several lakes. However, my Sammy has earned the nickname, Sidetrail Sammy. He’s not content to follow the path of others. Oh no. Yesterday, he led us through brush and over fallen trees. Now, consider my dogs are Shelties. Their fur grabs every hitch hiker and small sticks as we trudge through underbrush and descend carefully down banks.
Finally, we came to the shore of Kettle Lake. Not exactly pristine beach property, mind you. In fact, this ‘beach’ is more often enjoyed by beavers and waterfowl. However, it’s mystical powers equaled that of many exclusive shorelines I’ve enjoyed worldwide.
We intended to remain just a short while. I began to remove various twigs and burs from Sammy and Jade’s fur, cool off from the hour long hike, and watch the ducks. I began to get distracted by the sounds at my feet. The wind was pushing the water’s surface toward us. Ripples of small waves licked at the debris along the shore. My attention was drawn to notice the colors, the rhythm, the soft whispers. Suddenly, there was no need to fret over my dog’s coat or the time.