I don't know what it is about the natural world that works magic for me, but it has always been so. Since human beings are part of nature, there shouldn't really be this distinction, a difference between a factory building and a beaver dam--both built by living beings--but somehow there is, at least for me.
I find beauty in human creations: in
art and in crafts, certainly in music. I can find beauty in objects as
various as a quilt, tinsel, a microscope, a fireplace.
is something essential about the scents of snow and dirt and rain, about
the sight of trees and wildflowers and ferns and moss, about the view
of rock unsculpted by people. There's something soothing in the sight of
a pond that I don't find in a swimming pool.
And so I make sure
to get outside regularly, to walk where I can hear birds and see leaves,
to visit the ocean and the mountains and the desert from time to time.
It's like a tune-up or a replenishment, and I don't know exactly what it
does, only that it does something necessary.