
By Steven Faulkner
Driving the two-lane blacktop to work this morning, the news was bad: European countries that a week or two weeks ago were boasting that their financial systems were stable and secure, are now calling for urgent summits to sort out the now international financial crisis. Leaders from the UK, France, Germany, and Italy held emergency meetings. U. S. Congressmen were making comments just Friday that this government’s 700 billion bailout would need to be revisited within months to see what further measures were needed.
Even college students are ridden with anxiety. The head of counseling at the university in Virginia where I teach said that depression used to be the most common malady reported by college students across the country, but in recent years anxiety, often severe, is the problem most reported. Students are on complicated medication regimes to help them sleep, help them calm down, help them overcome panic attacks.
I certainly don’t have a solution for Europe, the nation, or even the university, but a friend, a canoe, and a calm day in October is a fine personal remedy.
As I say in my book Waterwalk: A Passage of Ghosts, there are times when we need to “walk away from the sound of the shutting of doors with the comfortable click of the lock that tells us we have food in the refrigerator, beds to ease our bones, television to unravel our minds, isolation from our neighbors, and insulation from storms,” for even within our own homes airborne anxieties attack us through television news shows, radio reports, and the babble of the internet.
And what better way to walk away from the anxieties of television, radio, computer internet access, banking anxieties, and all the rest, then to take a friend to visit the muskrats swimming the shore beneath tall oaks and maples that are just now slowly turning with the turning season?
Writer John Graves says, “Chances for being quiet nowadays are limited. Those for being unquiet seem to abound. Canoes are unobtrusive; they don’t storm the natural world or ride over it, but drift in upon it as a part of its own silence.”
Letting the silence of that world of forest and water and sky soak into our speed-driven souls is a remedy worth applying in these anxious times.