I came across this quote on tumblr. I had no idea who this John Stewart Callis person is/was, so I looked that up. It turns out he was a British writer and academic who, during World War II was ‘put to agricultural work.’ As he set about his outdoor work, he found a sense of ‘meditative peace and earnest pleasure.’ He writes about this and other thoughts in his collection of essays entitled The Wood.
As I was digging around Amazon reading about Callis, I found a whole treasure-trove of other writers who write in the same vein, and now I want to order all of these books about going into the woods to find oneself and make a hot cup of lemon + ginger tea and spend the day reading between a cozy chair by the fire and a hot bath.
Okay….here’s the quote I saw on tumblr (via oldfarmhouse)
Isn’t that lovely? And likely true?
I’ve been thinking for about a year now that I need to spend time in nature. I’ve never been an outdoor enthusiast, and I don’t love being too cold or too hot, but there is truly something inside me that is saying (over and over again): go outside, Amy. Plant a garden. Pull weeds. Find a place to sit underneath a tree. Breathe in fresh air. Go into the woods.
That last bit makes me silently gag because of all the tumblr and Pinterest bits about going off into the woods and the mountains are calling and on and on.
I can’t keep a houseplant alive for long. I have no idea how to ‘plant’ something. I tried to plant an herb garden once, and everything died except the mint, which took over like a rash.
My sister has what can only be described as a professional garden. It’s legit. It’s got fences and hedges and a rose garden and a pagoda for her trash cans. Basically, Rob Lowe should be walking around in it, with a tennis sweater tied around his neck and white shorts.
I should stop being intimidated by my sister’s garden and take gardening lessons from her.
I should take Sandy back to the trails (even if it’s a 15 minute drive to get there) instead of pounding the pavement of our neighborhood day in, day out.
There must be something healing about the outdoors, about trees and sunshine and birds and flowers and dirt, because it’s a notion that comes back over and over again through history, no matter the time or place or existence of smartphones.
Perhaps it comes around because of the existence of smartphones.
Don’t let me go down that road.
Has anyone else read (or heard of) John Stewart Callis? Does anyone feel at one with planting a plant or hiking through nature?
I’ve got to start somewhere….
I hope everyone had a lovely Saturday. We have company in town and ended the evening with a girl’s night at a swank restaurant where we had bone-in pork chops, whipped potatoes and the 13-year-old ordered her filet mignon on-point (medium-rare). The wine was an excellent Malbec, and I had a flourless chocolate torte for dessert.
I’m hoping everyone else had something equally wonderful to end the week. A new week is upon us.