I recently returned from three weeks in the wilderness in the upper Nass River watershed in northern B.C. Two of us got let off from a helicopter to one of our camps. There had been a rainshower and we saw a fresh animal trail through the high wet grass. Later bears and wolves would show up to investigate what the noise was all about. Eagles, too, from their nearby nest.
But within moments of us being off-loaded, as the sound of the heli faded away as it went to get another load, the accumulated stress from townlife in general and the previous week of preparation in particular, faded away. Life in the woods is ever so much more peaceful than the modern day life in town. The sounds are of the river, the rushing creek, the numerous birds and small animals, the wind in the trees. The ground is soft to walk on, which feels so good on the legs and joints. Everything fits into the environment and there is no discordant screeching or grinding of machinery. That is not to say that we won’t be using a chainsaw, but nature feels big and soft and healing. Green everywhere. Green is the colour of healing and being in the wilderness feels naturally very healing.