One of my favorite memories from my time in high school is the day where one of my best friends and I spent some time with nature during lunch. In the front of our school, between two of the branches of buildings that stick out to the parking lot, there is an outdoor passageway/walkway. It is like a courtyard, but that it only has buildings on three sides of it. That being the case, it wasn’t exactly an ‘allowed’ place for having lunch. However, the building on one side of it was brand new, and so no precedent was in place regarding it. Essentially, I didn’t tell anyone that I went there for lunch, and I kept myself out of eyeshot while out there, whenever I went.
I only went on days when I felt really stranded inside the buildings. Sometimes the whole artificial box and lighting can really get one down, and that is often the case for me. Since the school had removed carpets from most hallways, while it was fancier-looking, it felt even more industrial and anti-nature. So, while I had lunch in the actual courtyard most days, I occasionally snuck out to this walkway, because 1) it was rather isolated from people and buildings, and 2) it was filled with green, green grass (something of which the courtyard had almost none).
On the day of this beloved memory, I had told this friend of my intentions to go be one with nature during lunchtime. She elected to join me. And so, as I walked barefoot in the grass as part of my usual routine of grounding myself back to nature on these days, she walked alongside me. I may even have lay down in the grass, or just sat in it, while she walked around and back and forth in it with the same goal in mind. However, for whatever reason, while I was barefoot to feel the ground physically, she was getting in touch with nature while in her tennis shoes.
Gosh, I loved that silly lunchtime event, and still treasure it. 😛