Yesterday, I told my physical therapist that it feels like there’s nowhere to rest my eyes. Locals, news, obligations inside our family, even the blue light from the screen that gives me eye strain while I’m trying to relax and watch what turned out to be an uninspiring Pump Up The Volume knock-off. Nature was the answer I got, look to nature. Everything else is a dumpster fire.
I peer into the overgrown corner of the garden from the window by my desk. Watching the grapevine grow ever higher was stressing me out until last week when a medium small rabbit popped out from that section of the yard. Just yesterday, I spotted a house wren in the branches, staking out its territory from the more aggressive and ubiquitous Carolina wrens who live here. Years of time, money, and labor invested in the native gardens surrounding the house and bordering the yard are showing their value this year. While we’ve been low on butterflies, we’ve had more types of birds nesting (or bringing the young ones here to feed) than I can remember in past years. We were the regular hunting ground of the block’s mama fox and we have a rabbit who’s claimed the clover patch and is a nightly visitor. With the successful relocation of the overcrowded winterberries, I hold out hope that this fall will give the birds a bumper crop of berries.
Nature isn’t enough, though. While I’ve deleted Twitter from my phone, I can’t bring myself to turn fully away. There is human tragedy, policy failure, and societal collapse playing out in real time all around me. I feel it even when I’m not looking. I don’t need to witness all the things, every minute of every day, but I can’t ignore it all. Too many friends are teachers around the country being ordered to risk their lives; too many people I know are losing family members or being permanently incapacitated by this virus; too much is at stake. Also: I can do nothing about it except make the best choices for our family and community. All we can ask of each other is to survive.
Because nature isn’t enough, I have also been attending as many book talks as I can online. Crowdcast has become a lifeline for me, connecting me to writers and thinkers around the country who are having conversations about important things that are not always this wildness we find ourselves in the midst of. My favorite bookstores are still hosting readings, and I am able to attend more of them virtually than I ever did in person.
This is a low energy time of year. I remind myself. Every year we hit an August slump. Also, we are living in conditions of chronic stress, experiencing increased depression and spikes of anxiety. This is not the time to expect much. Just survive. If you can, find a place to rest your eyes.