The Healing Power of Nature
When I was a kid, there were many hiding places I would retreat to when I was sad, angry, upset, or dealing with my own teenage angst. None of the places were inside my house. There was an old oak tree turned tree fort perfect for sitting and sulking. There was a large rock we called “Vader Rock” that was just the spot for being mad at my parents, and there was a small ditch near the railroad tracks where any kid with big feelings could sit and throw dirt clods until those feelings subsided. Each of these spots were important to both my physical and mental well-being.
