When I was little, my Catholic school had a funny but wise old book called “city mouse and country mouse.” In commedy the city mouse and country mouse switched places for a little time. Their interpretations and tolerances for the things they saw in their new environment was hilarious.
I’m a country mouse. I need land - space around me. I need lost of vegetables and flowers and trees; critters, birds and bees. I need to walk and jog in the woods (armed). I need to lay on my back and look at the stars at night. I take in the sweet smells of the country. I don’t mind going days not seeing people or talking to them when I choose. I love to pray in gardens and have barbecues and eat outside. I love boating down a lazy river and kayaking in the ocean. It leaves my mind restful and open for creative ideas to develop business and painting ideas and problem solve.
If I had to live in a packed, stinky, with skyscrapers blocking the sun and sky and few trees and flowers...my heart would break and spirit would be crushed. I can’t imagine what it would be like living in a sea of humanity. I can’t imagine jogging down packed city streets/sidewalks or riding on pubic transportation, packed in with people I don’t want to be near, like sardines.
Amen to what you said.