It’s hard to take time out for Nature breaks on a regular basis, and even though I try it’s nearly not enough.
So, just as an addendum to yesterday’s post, I wanted to share the haven I’ve created in my workplace — every time I’m stressing out over some deadline or grappling with writer’s block, I take a deep breath and look at my little garden.
Makes me feel like Alice in Wonderland. Or Virginia Woolf.
The words come pouring out. Sanity returns. And all is well in the world again.
Or so I pretend.
The little voice still nagging at me in the back of my head — telling me this is not real.
But it is.
It is my reality in those moments. I place myself in this virtual world, surrounded by the things I love, the sights that nurture me, greenery that nourishes me, silence that inspires me.
There are no intertubal connections — it’s not the kind of alternate reality we’ve all become used to.
This is my Second Life — complete with an avatar.
Even as disembodied as it is, it’s tangible.
A miniature representation of my ideal situation.
A projection of my inner-most desires.
Coalescing in my head. A free spirit breaking through.
Perhaps, I need to get a plastic hummingbird … or two. 🙂