Like all good recovering burned-out church ladies, this morning we decided to skip church. In its stead, we discussed how we're going to decorate the church's booth at the upcoming Pridefest. Mrs. Fruit quickly designed an adorable sticker that says "God loves me," with the church's website on it. We hope this will help counter the regular coterie of street preachers who set up across the street from Pride. They screech Bible verses about our certain damnation through bullhorns.
Next we set out for a local state park. We at least listened to the Worship service as we travelled down the interstate to our wooded destination. So we weren't total heathens. And I can never be a heathen when I'm in the woods. It's a balm for me to be surrounded by so many living, breathing things. I feel really attuned to the Spirit when I'm outside and always have, even as a small child.
My mother recently told me about a woman who went to an alternative healer; she was stressed out and feeling run down, like many of us. He told her she had lost her connection to nature and his prescription was for her to spend 30 minutes every day lying on the ground, rain or snow or heat. After a year of doing this, she told him she felt like a new person. I can understand how that might work and felt a little tiny bit of that today.