Barefoot in the grass

Last week I had a couple frazzled days. Truth is I normally have at least one a week. They go a bit like this... waking with tired eyes after an interrupted sleep, two-year-old tantrum tolerance level hovering at close to zero, head in a moderate spin by 3pm, and it's when deciding what to cook for dinner seems like a task fit for the SAS.

So to combat this dreary state, we all take our shoes off.
And we head outside.
Me and Grace and Eve.
The three of us lie barefoot in the grass.

And when we step outside it's like a little breeze of calm surrounds us, and we all slow down. There's no rushing. There's nothing to be busy about. It's just the three of us. And the feel of the lush grass, the smell of the crisp grass, the sight of the green grass. It's good for all of us, but if I'm honest, this time out to reconnect, it's a little more for me than it is for them.

I used to do this when I was having a busy day in the office. Head to a park, plant my feet into the grass, sit, stop, stare into nothingness and be still. And I'd be silent for a change.

For some reason barefoot-in-the-grass just works for me. It's a way to ground myself. It creates a space for me to reconnect. A little spot of time-out in a little spot of nature. It's meditation with a toddler and baby in tow.

And best of all, when I'm here with Grace & Eve the most pressing thing I have to do is breathe.

Elisa xx

Do you head into nature to reconnect on a frazzled day? What works for you?