Sometimes taking the trash out is a reprieve. You know those times when you are so squished in your house and your mind and the kids are fighting. And then you step outside. And you close the door. And it stops. The sounds stop. Yes, the fighting doesn’t stop. But the noises stop. And you are alone. And you look outside and you own the outside. The sun setting, the trees swaying, the smell of Iowa. It might be humid or 100 degrees or zero degrees, but it is yours and it is just what you need. The walk to the garbage can, just across the grass is beautiful. The birds are singing and maybe there is a squirrel running here or there. I really should come out just to savor the outside, not because I am going crazy inside!
And I look up to the sky. It stretches forever. The Iowa sky never quits, even with the tall trees. The horizon just doesn’t end. I might even find a few outdoor tasks to do: stacking chairs, thowing away stray cups from the kids, picking up toys. It doesn’t feel like work because it is quiet and because being outside is my sanctuary. I was not meant to stay indoors. Winter is long. I have learned to live with it and enjoy it even, but the love of nature is embedded in me. It shapes me and calms me. Calms me enough to return back to the house. It was just a few minutes, but I return and I am ready to continue on. The kids have worked through their issues and it is like the fighting never happened. Nature is healing to me and I hope I always have a few trees and a large sky to keep me company.
Sidenote: I also found “happiness” in doing the laundry. I know, I couldn’t believe it either!