Shel Silverstein sure piqued our interest, child and adult alike, with his whimsical illustration that graced the front cover of arguably one of the most prominent anthologies of children’s poetry of all times.  What is beyond?  Can we trust it?  Should we leap?  What is in that wild, unknown where we leave artifice behind and all the makings of our illusory safety, security and comfort?  Sometimes, we just have to go there – our edge, to see ourselves and see for ourselves.  I am here to tell you it is not something to fear, but to relish.  Take the hand of the plants and trees and let them guide us back into the forest, far far from the metropolitan web of imprisonment we unwittingly crafted.  If we seek comfort, we need only breathe deeply and get still, and the sidewalk morphs into the most ancient of ways, one we have all known deep in our beings, since the day we were born. 

Each Sunday, my aim is to commune deeply with nature.  Well, most days that is my aim, but particularly on Sundays.  I have always laughed, with my roots and area of study in psychology, at the “silly” terms “ecotherapy” and “re-wilding” or other such terms as have become trendy of late.  I also know that I never left nature, and have been blessed to live a hop, skip, or jump from truly wild territories my whole life.  The wild unknown, can be discovered again for not only our own edification but for the health of our planet and all its inhabitants.  Wild Chamomile is one essential oil I use regularly, when I need a little hand holding and comfort in this process.  Oh sure, we all know of this plant’s gift as a calmative, and fewer know of its offers to support us as a hepatic, a wound healer, an antibacterial, and antipruritic agent.  This magical insomnia aid and antidepressant lets us know the most magical things are truly where the sidewalk does end -  ease and comfort awaits us.