Just breathe. Suck air in. Hold it. Let it out. Repeat. Over and over the phrases came. Jagged breaths slowly came and went but the vice grip on the ribs wasn’t changing. After 8 grueling weeks of neuroanatomy, the test was over; the comprehensive exam with lab practical was over. No more dead brain pieces, no more obscure pathways, no more long nights of getting home just in time to crawl into bed over mountains of undone laundry. All over. But, breathing was still not normal! My body was having none of “normal” after putting up with that mess for 8 weeks. Even after a relaxed evening immediately following the test and 12 hours of sleep, breathing was still hard. It was going to take more than just an evening off to recoup. Thankfully we had planned a cool weather camping trip, an outdoor prescription if you will, to decompress for the next evening. After mandatory classes Tuesday afternoon we scooted out to a lake an hour away, had an incredibly evening and even made it back to campus in time for our 9 AM class Wednesday. Gorgeous weather and fall foliage paved the way to the secluded campground and now that we are back in full swing for psychiatry, our mind, bodies, and souls are prepared for it.
Serenity restores the mind and body
In case you couldn’t tell from the photos, the landscape was phenomenal. Sunlight waters of a lake at sunset, fall fruits, vibrant foliage, and perfectly crisped air will work wonders for a tired mind and body. The hubby and I disagree a little on whether sleeping on the cold hard ground is therapeutic, but my ribs were very grateful for a change of scenery. The extra beautiful part is there is absolutely no reason to stay up late. The sun went to bed and shortly after so did I! No computer screens, no diseased brain photos, just a breeze in the leaves and a distant train.
Singing worship songs invigorates the soul
Curled up in a blanket sitting in front of a warm fire on a crisp night and opening our souls in worship under the cathedral dome of a starry sky was one of the best parts of the whole trip. Deep peace and souls restored in faith were the end result. Neither of us play guitar or sing exceptionally well, so maybe it was good we were the only ones at the campground, but hey, the Psalmist says “make a joyful noise” so we’re covered.
Simple food warms the heart
Early Wednesday morning I woke at dawn to see a crackling fire and my favorite person in the world. If that wasn’t a sufficiently good start to a morning, there shortly after was an iron skillet toasting apples, oats, and almonds with cinnamon and vanilla. it smelled like heaven and tasted like fall. Humble ingredients, simple preparation, and an ideal way to start the day with a warm and grateful heart.
What’s your favorite outdoor prescription? 🙂