Let me lead this off by telling you I had to google “naitch” to make sure it wasn’t some dirty slang or slur. Because the way I use it is totally wholesome. It’s a shortened version of nature. A little girl coined the term “naitch” (to my knowledge, at least) when she tells her Mom she “loves the naitch” in a vine. Naitch = Nature. Just to clarify once again. There will be a quiz.
I was never a kid who was a tree-hugger or saw fairies or spoke parcel-tongue to snakes. I was the kid who mostly wanted to build stuff out of egg cartons and pennies and tape, and sing Beatles songs to myself. When I did get outside, I was extremely timid and sensitive to all the roughness, prickliness and pointy pieces nature threatened me with. Not to mention bugs, who can’t get enough of THIS Sugar Crisp. Nature to me meant getting hurt or scratched or bitten. Also, I have an unusually low pain tolerance, or that’s what I like to tell myself.
Today, as an awakening adult, I feel more comforted by nature than ever. The older I get (and boy am I old, 24 whole years!) the more I crave a natural and simple lifestyle. I’ve treated any ailments I’ve had in the last 5 years naturally with the guidance of Ayurveda. And every year I eat more vegetables and less sugar. Not to say I don’t eat a lot of crap still, just less than I used to. And most importantly, I’ve been working to change my thought patterns from the automatic setting of judgement to one of acceptance, and even praise. I know my purest state is one of joy, and that any judgements I hold are just mucky mud in my clear pool! And when I say I know my purest state is joy, I don’t mean just me. All of us have that smooth, creamy pure love core, and all of us have the potential to clear away the muck with a bit of thoughtful practice.
For me, being in nature is like hitting the reset button and rising back into my natural state of joy. So my boyfriend, Alex, and I have been trying to get into the naitch as frequently as possible, which is kind of difficult, it being February in Rochester, NY. Colds keep stuffing themselves way up into our heads and we find ourselves cooped up for a week at a time. Alex was just getting some sniffles yesterday, but we decided to go to a park anyway.
Check out this picture I took of him. Look at that sweet natural boy soaking in the beautiful rays. After I took this photo, he said “Let me take one of you!” And of course the sun was like ~psyche~ and slunk behind a cloud. So my portrait is much duller in comparison.
What’s sunnier in my picture is my pose, so I get points for that, I think.
We got out, breathed fresh cold air into our lungs, woke up our sleeping muscles, met a beautiful gathering of deer, and daydreamed aloud to each other about our future.
Someday, we will live in the middle of all of this. We won’t have to say goodbye and drive the 20 minutes back to our city apartment.
We won’t have to try to maintain that peaceful state of mind while bass bumps and vibrates from mysterious cars parked outside.
And when we step out in the morning, the dumps on our lawn will be clean, dark pellets laid from free and happy creatures, and not fat, steamy dumps from sick, sad dogs whose owners were apparently born without the part of their brain that controls the muscles necessary to PICK UP said dumps! (I’m working toward a mindset of positivity and praise, but I have a little way to go still)
Instead, we’ll just walk straight through the nature and directly into our home, where we’ll warm up by the fire, and make some tea.