I hated school.

Enjoyed learning, but sitting in a classroom was torture.

I counted the minutes until it was over. Tick…Tick……Tick………Tick…………Tick

If you’ve ever been in a hurry to leave a place, then you know how quickly time slows down.

A great weight would lift from my soul as I burst through the doors and out into the fresh air at the end of the school day.


Unfortunately, this also describes many people’s work day.

By 3 o’clock, I would be fully immersed in therapy to recover from the stress of the day.

Sometimes my sessions included climbing as high as I could up the maples in my front yard.

Other times, it meant peddling my bike as quickly as possible down the dirt road that began at the end of our street. Slamming on the peddle break, skidding sideways, I would kick up large clouds of dust.

Seeing how far I could throw stones over an old warehouse was also great medicine.

In the classroom, I felt anxious, tired, bored, tense, irritable, fatigued, foggy, angst, despair.

Outside, I felt free, joyful, peaceful, creative, alive, engaged, curious, powerful, connected.

As the years passed, I would experiment with a variety of therapeutic interventions: Martial arts, motorcycles, snowboarding, climbing, mountain biking, skateboarding, parkour, surfing, hiking.

In their own way, each gave me what I needed: Joy, freedom, peace, healing, and expression.

All of these activities were enjoyed outdoors. Through them, I gained a deeper connection with nature.

I learned something. Something deep that I carry in my bones.

It is a feeling. A knowing. A sense of how to drop in and connect deeply with the natural environment.

This connection is a kind of nutrient that I miss acutely if I go more than a couple of days without.

We all need it, but many don’t have a sense of it.

Some have never been exposed to it enough to miss it. Others have gone so long without it, they’ve gotten used to how they feel without it.

And so we develop a kind of insidious deficiency. A lack that only becomes apparent on the occasional weekend excursion to a park, or a vacation to the beach.

My latest form of outdoor therapy is MovNat.

It is a progressive system that allows one to gain efficacy in a variety of movements that should come naturally to a human being: Crawling, running, balancing, climbing, throwing, catching, carrying, jumping, and more.

I’m loving the process of learning a movement vocabulary that I am beginning to piece together into movement phrases and sentences.

With each day, my movement prose become more refined. I’m looking forward to sharing this movement poetry with others soon.

Are you getting enough movement outdoors to meet the nutritional needs of your soul?