Living with Nature

Sometimes the romantic notion of living close to nature has its downsides.

Last night, we had a long blackout after a wild storm…no power, no fan, no air con, no phone, no stove etc so we had a picnic dinner by the stumps of two small candles.

The power came back on after midnight, after we had spent some time tracking down our dog, who had hightailed it from the farm after being terrified by the thunder overhead.

But in the morning, the grass is a bit greener, the eucalyptus leaves have had a good wash and there is some rain in the gauge…thank goodness.

And as I sit down to write I am thankful for my laptop and keyboard and I think of all those women scribblers, who must have sat in dark attics, writing only with the light of a lamp or a sputtering candle.

The positive advantage of being close to the natural world is connected with the workings of the brain and it only seems to be commonsense, that living next to a highway or at the foot of the mountains, must impact your brain in totally different ways.

A study has found that walking in green spaces alters your mood and impacts the prefrontal cortex. Those who walked in loud city spaces suffered from ‘morbid rumination’, worrying and stressing about a multitude of things.

I have found that on my morning walk, which is not always totally imbued with fresh greenery, I too ruminate, but not morbidly. It is when I write, toss words about in my head and create new paragraphs for my novel or short story.

I can’t wait to get to a pen and paper and scribble it all down, while listening to the a capella of the currawongs and the chit chat of the willy wagtails serenading the day.