For all that I probably could do to have a chat with a therapist (not that there is anything dramatically wrong with me, but I’m pretty sure there is enough there that could be conversation fodder), I tend to find myself turning to some form of nature to sit with my thoughts and sort through whatever emotions are rolling around in my brain. I tend to overthink, worry, and fall into a rabbit hole of minutiae. Sitting in the quiet, with nothing but the sky and the white noise of the outdoors – that is my place to let go. To surrender myself to peace and just let myself be. No need to put on a brave face, no need to dress up. Just sit outside with the stars and the wind and the air and just breathe. That is my therapy.
It is harder to do when I live in a city. I miss living in the mountains, where when I got home late at night I could tip my head back and bask in the sea of darkness that spread across the sky, glittering with starlight. Knowing that for all my problems, I was just a small piece of a much larger universe. No matter what I was dealing with, there was so much more, so much that I could never truly grasp nor understand, going on around me. A night sky void of light pollution, simply lit by the moon, is one of my favorite things. For all my love of space and the stars, I should have been an astrophysicist (darn the math that kept me from that job).
Next to the night sky, the sound of water is my next favorite thing. Whether it be a river or a stream or an ocean, water soothes. I may be an earth sign when it comes to astrology (for whatever that means to you), but I do find a certain beauty in the water. Like the sky, it holds multitudes and can be its’ own version of a vast unknown. Sighting the horizon on the ocean, seeing just how far it goes without land in sight, gives me that same feeling of smallness that is oddly comforting.
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