sasha_feather: Person in old-time SCUBA gear on a suburban lawn (Tales from Outer Suburbia)
sasha_feather ([personal profile] sasha_feather) wrote2019-06-05 03:18 am

I'm now an indoorsy person

Due to smoke in the air from Canadian wildfires, and pollen so thick it's coating my windshield, I closed the apartment windows. I'm sad about it, and have been thinking often of this insightful article:

Lyme Disease Changed my Relationship with the Outdoors, by Blair Braverman

https://www.outsideonline.com/2395555/lyme-disease-changed-my-relationship-outdoors

I became acutely aware of how much life outdoors revolves around tolerable discomfort, or threading a thin line to avoid that discomfort...

But now that I was sick, I couldn’t absorb any discomfort. I needed everything around me to be perfect: the right temperature, the right light, the right soft surfaces and quiet voices. Houses are highly efficient shrines to comfort, and when you’re sick, it seems like that external comfort is all you have. Just as my life as a healthy person had been defined by time outside, being indoors became a symbol of being unwell to me.
jesse_the_k: Words "Icon Love" with wings, acid rock 60s style (icon love)

[personal profile] jesse_the_k 2019-06-05 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Perfect icon is perfect--thanks for the link.
jesse_the_k: My black mutt totally blissed out, on her back, paws folded (BELLA on back)

Now I've read the link and

[personal profile] jesse_the_k 2019-06-05 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow awesome!

She's a fluent writer and she's got lots of backlog and this sentiment made me weepy

...independence is still dependence on luck & gifts: the ability to rely on your own health & strength & mind, rather than leaning on the strength of those around you. In time, my way outdoors again was simple: I had help. A lot of help.