About five or six years ago is when my journey led me to connect with nature. I grew up in a small town, and spent much of my youth on our family cattle ranch. Not long after I turned nineteen, I took off for San Diego and didn’t look back. After I lived there for some time, it was off to Tucson.
I never thought much about putting my bare feet on the grass or sticking my hands in soil. Let alone sitting in complete silence, breathing in fresh air and surrounding myself in the peaceful stillness of it.
Then one day after a heartbreaking breakup, I found myself in my car, headed towards a trail I vaguely remembered the location of. I hiked and hiked and hiked until my legs screamed in pain. And then I sat. I breathed. I listened. I took off my shoes and let my soles rest on the earth. And I felt better.
I kept going back every weekend. Sometimes I’d take a journal, other times I’d just take my camera. And it was then I realized the healing power mother nature had on me.
Now it’s one of my favorite things. Sometimes I hike, others I go wildflower spotting or my most recent favorite – mushroom hunting. The fact that I can explore a forest in my own backyard is something that soothes my soul in a way I can’t describe.
I’ve since learning about a vital health practice called grounding or earthing, where you quite literally connect with the earth and receive the electrons and natural energy in vast supply just by going barefoot or using your hands to touch the earth.
So now I’m curious, when is the last time you went barefoot on the grass, sand or dirt?