I discovered a few days ago that the average person in the U.S. spends 23 out of 24 hours indoors. I began to think about that, after getting over my shock.
So, 8 hours of sleep, 8 hours of work, 2 hours commuting (some do 4 or 5?) is 18. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, shower and other ablutions brings it to about 21. You are at 23 in a heartbeat. And this doesn’t include any hours spent in front of a television, or playing computer games. Come to think of it, everyone must be rushing through most of the daily activities which we used to allow ourselves longer to complete, or must be multitasking like crazy so as to have any time for anything beyond sleeping, working, commuting, eating, abluting, etc; and we can all agree that here on planet earth, there are only 24 hours in a day, give or take a few seconds. What this means is that there actually IS no time left over for watching TV or playing computer games, or really, for blogging. All this is true even if you factor in weekend activities, like playing baseball, mowing the lawn, water skiing, or sunbathing.
I am lucky not have a TV so it can’t suck the minutes and hours out of my possible outdoor time; but I do have a computer, and I like to go to youtube, or facebook, or gmail, or noaa.gov to a) look at videos of Glenn Gould playing Bach’s “Art of the Fugue” b) say hello to a friend electronically, c) check the latest satellite imagery and projected path of the latest hurricane, or d) go to wickipedia and get information on the history of the lute.
I have decided that I have to spend at least one hour per day out of doors, and preferably two or three, and that if any of us are to spend any time outdoors, we are all going to have to make a concerted effort to place our selves outdoors for more than 7 hours per week. I am not even getting into the quality of our outdoor time. How about being in a place where there is no noise pollution or light pollution? A place that smells great, and where you can see the stars in their millions. A place where you are cradled in the mossy bosom of an old forest, or having your feet bathed by a high lunar tide which has crept up into the upper reaches of a marsh, or lain down in a high mountain meadow just to watch clouds and be enjoined by a tiny wildflower dancing in the wind.
My soul wants this every day, needs this every day. I MUST!