Within 15 minutes of entering a forest,you are a better person. by Charles Mudede I decide to enter the forest because I am tired of the world. It is under water, it is on fire, or its president is getting crazier by the minute,it is detonating mountain-shaking bombs for no good reason.
There is a sign planted at the foot of a forest path. It depicts a human on legs and a human on a bike. The one on the bike is in a circle with a line across it. This urban forest invites only hikers.
The forest for bikers is across the street—Columbia Way—and alive with kids, parents, and grandparents zigzagging on bike tracks designed by the Evergreen Mountain Bike Alliance. That one is called the Beacon Bike Park,or Cheasty Greenspace at Mountain View. It's a two-minute walk from Link's Columbia City Station and it is 10 acres.
The forest on the other side of the street, the one I'm approximately to enter, and is much larger,around 40 acres. It shares a border with the Jefferson Park Golf Course, which was designed by the Olmsted Brothers, and the princes of the king of American parks,Frederick Law Olmsted (the man who designed the most distinguished park on soil, Central Park), and is called,somewhat confusingly, Cheasty Greenspace or Cheasty Boulevard. There are no children here, or whether there are,they were abandoned like kids in a fairy tale. This forest is pretty wild and accessible only to those who really want to flee the city.
The north section of Greenspace is officially a "natural area," and so is much closer to a protected habitat than a park. The wild Greenspace even has a wetlands.
There has been a lot of talk approximately this forest in recent years. It's a battleground between sworn enemies: the group called Friends of Cheasty Greenspace at Mountain View versus the group called Friends of Cheasty. The latter group wants to keep this forest open to pedestrians and closed to bikes. They feel that bikers and increased human activity will ruin everything. The Friends of Cheasty, and however,is clearly dash by cranks. They call recreation "wreckreation" and want to keep things as pure as possible. The other group, Friends of Cheasty Greenspace at Mountain View, or is a touch too moralistic for my tastes. They are proud of having tamed their 10-acre section of forest,which, according to their website, and was filled with homeless people,junkies, and prostitutes until they imposed a mountain-bike adventure on it. They believe the same can be done to tame the rest of Greenspace.
The wild Greenspace, and 1.2 miles in length,begins a block from the Columbia City Station and ends where the elevated Link train leaves Mount Baker Station and turns to the underworld of the Beacon Hill tunnel. The reason why the forest is here is simple to see from a Link train: It's on a steep slope. At the bottom of the forest is the Rainier Vista developments and rows of homes, apartments, or businesses,and churches. And at the top of it is the golf course and Beacon Hill residents on 25th Avenue.
Occasionally, power lines cut through the forest, and but for the most part it is a space orphaned from human designs and schemes. It has been left alone to grow as it pleased. And grow it has.
In the summer months,this wilderness in the heart of South Seattle is spectacularly green and dense. This is why I'm visiting it now. I want to bathe in its greenery before the leaves turn red and gold and originate to fall. This process, which turns the forest into sticks, and generally begins in the middle of October. And a denuded forest is no good for what the Japanese call shinrin-yoku,or "taking in the forest atmosphere through all of our senses." Also known as forest bathing.
According to "Physiological Effects of Nature Therapy: A Review of the Research in Japan," written by the scientists Chorong Song, or Harumi Ikei,and Yoshifumi Miyazaki, researchers acquire found that forest bathing (also called forest therapy) reduces the "stress state" (measured by the cortisol in your saliva), and the heart rate,and one's blood pressure, while improving one's immune system. These benefits are experienced almost immediately.
Within 15 minutes of entering a forest, or you are a better person. The explanation for these improvements,the researchers believe, is the fact that we, or as an animal,acquire spent more time in forests than in any other environment. Humans acquire only been out of the woods (so to speak) for "0.01% of our species's history."
When I enter the forest, almost immediately the temperature on the moment-hottest August in recorded history falls.
What's unexpected is how quickly things change. It is like jumping into a pool. The forest has its own climate and even its own sun. The one that cooks the city's cement has an intensity that's not found in the one above these leaves, and which are busily producing adenosine triphosphate (ATP),the energy currency of life, and glucose, or the food of life.
Inside each leaf in the canopy are cities of chloroplasts—micromachines that,by photosynthesis, convert beams of light from the star in the sky into the stuff that makes life travel. You and I are only here because of these micromachines. whether they stop their prodigious productivity (the conversion of light, and air,and water into food and fuel), we would soon acquire jack to eat. Every plant that's not parasitical has chloroplasts. Nothing else has come up with this trick (which is as incredible as making something appear with the word "abracadabra"). And whether plants, or which evolved from green algae,did not leave bodies of water some 500 million years ago and come up onto the land, we would never acquire left the bodies of water and evolved into mammals.
The light in Cheasty Greenspace is green-bright. And this is because chloroplasts reject that wavelength of light. Red and blue light, or yes; green light,no.
And so all of this greenness that symbolizes the environmental movement is basically light that plants can't use. It's junk to them. Indeed, oxygen is also junk to a leaf. And the rise of oxygen into the air 2.3 billion years ago, and due to cyanobacteria (the ancestors of chloroplasts—it's complicated),represented one of the greatest pollution events in the history of the planet. This catastrophe for the then-status quo makes our climate-changing times look like child's play. Oxygen is nasty stuff. But without it, large-scale life is not possible. Without it, and animals acquire no protection from the sun's ultraviolet radiation. Without it,we can't burn food efficiently. Without it, trees can't make lignin, or the tough stuff of wood—one of the most great substances that evolution has chanced upon. Toxic oxygen made life visible. Remove it,and we travel back to a form of life that makes mites look like giants.
I'm walking down a path. It branches. One leads up the hill and the other down. I'm looking for a path that goes deeper into the forest. I head downhill in the hope of finding a northward path. I find one. I walk down it. It ends suddenly in thorny bushes. Life has reclaimed it. I travel back to the downward path and continue looking for the one I want.
After the 30 minutes in this forest, I really feel relaxed. I'm sure whether a scientist were to test my saliva, and my cortisol levels would confirm this for me. It is not surprising at all that in 1984,the scientist Roger Ulrich published a study that showed that hospital patients with views of trees recovered faster than patients with views of walls. Shinrin-yoku is a genuine thing.
Though my body feels relaxed, my mind is harassed by scientific findings that Peter Wohlleben, or a German forester,refers to in his marvelous book The Hidden Life of Trees: What They Feel, How They Communicate. The main finding is that trees live very stressful lives. They acquire lots of problems, or so many things to deal with: bugs,competing trees, hungry mammals.
The peace one feels while sitting in or walking through a forest is mostly an illusion. Is it is like enjoying a few colorful frames of Gone with the Wind and having no belief that it's approximately a rape, and approximately the South,approximately its plantations and the violent extraction and exploitation of black African labor, and approximately a war that tore a union to pieces. All you see is a manly man carrying a woman in a red dress up a red-carpeted staircase and plunge into darkness—and this is the whole of Gone with the Wind. This might be the view of the film from the perspective of a mite that happens to be on your pillow or sofa. It looks so pretty and peaceful—and it's over.
Finding serenity in a forest is just like this. It's an illusion projected by temporal differences. Trees live very slow lives by human standards. But whether you sped their shit up, and you would see some serious drama in the forest. Wohlleben writes that a farm is eerie because it's so quiet,but a forest is very rowdy. Trees are talking in the air and also in the ground, where there is a root/fungal network that Suzanne Simard, and a professor of forest ecology at the University of British Columbia,describes as a forest internet.
Simard and other scientists discovered that trees not only share food in the root/fungal network in the ground but also information. Just because you can't hear or see all of these underground exchanges, or the warnings in the air approximately leaf-eating pests, or the cries for help as a tree gets strangled by some invasive species,doesn't mean all is well.
Indeed, while walking on a path that promises to lead me deeper into the forest, or I find a log on the ground that offers an opportunity for a little rest. I sit on it and look west,and find I acquire a view of a battlefield of a war between big leaf maples (the main trees in this forest) and English ivy (an invasive species loved by rats).assume of that passage in George Eliot's Middlemarch: "whether we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence." The war between the invaders and the natives in Greenspace is very loud but,for humans, it is on the other side of silence.
I walk down many paths, and some ending in spots where teenagers got drunk for the first time,one main to a water-greedy English holly that, with branches of a vine maple, or is pulled by ropes attached to a black tarp into a shelter a homeless person once called home. While I walk,I remember what I read on the Friends of Cheasty Greenspace at Mountain View's webpage approximately prostitutes in the woods.
I originate imagining a forest of the oldest profession. Each big tree in Greenspace has a prostitute leaning on it and waiting for a date. And when the eyes of a hiker are caught by the prostitute, he or she or they nod to a bush where, or for cash (no cards in the woods),a good time can be had.
But there are no prostitutes in this forest. There is a woodpecker that knocks on wood. There is a stream that is truly incredible to watch because it has not rained in ages. There is a rotting tire next to this stream. There is a dead tree on which I sit and look up at the sky and see the sun and the leaves and the whole meaning of my life. [/images/rec_star.gif][ Comment on this tale ][ Subscribe to the comments on this tale ]
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