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The Nature FIX 1
The Nature FIX 1
THE MOVING TRUCK pointed itself toward that anti-Arcadia that is the
nation’s capital, and we reluctantly followed. It was 104 degrees when
we arrived, and my hair shriveled up into a pile of Brillo. This surely
wasn’t the East Coast; this was Manaus with suits. I ventured out to
explore a nearby park early in the morning, and found that to get
there, I needed to sprint across a highway and bushwhack along some
bridge pilons to find the words “Pussy Fudge” waiting for me in spray
paint. Our house was near a river but also near a major airport. Jets
passed low overhead every sixty seconds. There was the noise, the
smog, the gray, the heat. (To be fair, nature as well as civilization
could wreck you here: the nonnative tiger mosquitoes as big as my
thumbnail, the nymph deer ticks smaller than freckles. Both are
capable of giving you diseases that can damage you neurologically
and for life. Washington had names for weather events I’d never
heard of or had to think about: derechos, polar vortices, level 4
hurricanes, heat-index advisories.)
I yearned for the mountains. And yearning is a devastating thing,
because it is defined by loss. As the months ticked by, I realized that
if I was going to explore what nature offers our brains, I also had to
acknowledge what its absence means. I felt disoriented, overwhelmed,
depressed. My mind had trouble focusing. I couldn’t finish thoughts. I
couldn’t make decisions and I wasn’t keen to get out of bed. I was
perhaps, at least in part, suffering from what journalist Louv calls
nature deficit disorder. (The DSM hasn’t added it, but presumably
they’d want to treat it with a pill.) Louv defines it as what happens
when people, particularly children, spend little or no time outside in
natural environments, resulting in physical and mental problems
including anxiety and distraction. He also coined the toothsome term
“nature neurons” to highlight the essential link between our nervous
systems and the natural world they evolved in. Was the breakage of
this link really happening? Is there science supporting the notion of
nature deficit disorder? If so, how much nature do we need to fix
ourselves? Do we need to move into a hemlock tree like in a Jean
Craighead George novel, or will looking out the window do?
If I was going to do more than merely survive in my new urban
habitat, the type now shared by most people on earth, I was going to
have to figure some things out. What was it about nature that people
seem to need? How could we get enough of it in our lives in order to
be our best selves? In the course of trying to answer these questions, I
came to consider the human-nature connection on a neural level.
Some weeks after we rolled into town, I left on assignment for Japan
to write about an obscure and somewhat embarrassing Japanese
practice called forest-bathing. There, I started to learn the science
behind what I was experiencing at home. The Japanese researchers
weren’t content to leave nature to the realm of haikus—they wanted
to measure its effects, document it, chart it and deliver the evidence
to policy makers and the medical community. What the Japanese
didn’t really know, though, was why nature seemed to be helpful in
alleviating so many things that ail us. And there were a lot of other
things they didn’t know: who was best helped, by what mechanisms in
the brain and body, what was the right dose, and, moreover, what
qualified as “nature”? I personally like Oscar Wilde’s broad
definition: “a place where birds fly around uncooked.”
Many scientists the world over are trying to find answers. My
exploration of these questions would send me down a river in Idaho
with a boatload of women veterans, to South Korea, where grown
firemen hold hands in the woods, to sound labs measuring stress
recovery, to treadmills in 3D virtual-reality rooms and to downtown
Edinburgh, Scotland, where I’d walk around with a brain-measuring
EEG unit wrapped around my scalp like a postmodern crown of
thorns. I’d measure black carbon and my own blood pressure, pulse
rate, cortisol and facial responses to “awe.” I would meet researchers
convinced that the secret to nature’s power lies in its geometric
fractal patterns, or its particular sound vibrations, or the aerosols
from trees. It was a sensory extravaganza.
Scientists are quantifying nature’s effects not only on mood and
well-being, but also on our ability to think—to remember things, to
plan, to create, to daydream and to focus—as well as on our social
skills. There were times when I was skeptical, and times when I
believed. I spent time with people who were trying to get well, people
who were trying to get smart, people finding the best ways to educate
young children (who are, by nature, exploratory, kinetic and full of
wonder, all qualities enhanced by time outside) and people who were
merely trying, like me, to stay sane in a frenetic world. Because of the
two years I spent researching this book, I would emerge feeling better
myself, and much more aware of the surprising science behind why I
was feeling that way. And while “well-being” may sound like vague
psychospeak, its impact is real. Enhancing it has been shown to add
years to your life span.
I’ve divided the book into five parts to help make sense of the
material, and to make it useful. The first part sets up the two
dominant theories that attempt to explain why our brains need nature
and that drive much of the research: the first chapter takes us to
Japan, where researchers are quantifying nature’s role in lowering
stress and boosting mental health using a framework based on the
biophilia hypothesis, the idea that we feel most “at home” in nature
because we evolved there. The second chapter swerves over to Utah,
where American neuroscientists are more interested in how nature
helps restore our attention-addled brains to a state of sharper
cognition. I’ve organized the rest of the book by nature dose. I
explore the immediate effects of quick bursts, or “nearby nature” on
our three main senses—smell, sound, sight. Then I look at what
happens to our brains and bodies when we hang outside a bit longer to
approximate the Finnish recommended nature dose: five hours a
month. In Part Four, I take a deeper, longer dive into the wilderness,
where really interesting things happen to our brains. This is where, in
the words of neuroscientist David Strayer at the University of Utah,
“something profound is going on.” Finally, we’ll look at what it all
means to the way most of us live, in cities.
Throughout, there will be insights into how we can better
construct our days, lives and communities so that everyone gains.
Don’t worry; I’m not going to tell you to pitch your smartphone over
a waterfall. The world we live in is fully plugged in. But it’s
important to call out just how radically our lives have shifted indoors
—and what those changes mean for our nervous systems—so that we
may hope to ease and manage the transition.
My move to the city is a micronarrative of the demographic and
geographical shifts occurring on a global scale. Homo sapiens
officially became an urban species sometime in 2008. That’s when
the World Health Organization reported that for the first time more
people throughout the world live in urban areas than rural ones. Last
year in the United States, cities grew at a faster clip than suburban
regions for the first time in a hundred years. Looked at another way,
we are in the middle of the largest mass migration in modern times.
Yet as humans shift their activities to cities, astoundingly little
planning, resources and infrastructure go into making those spaces
meet our psychological needs.
In Istanbul in the spring of 2013, eight people died and thousands
were injured in protests stemming from the proposed paving-over of
one of the last parks in the city, Taksim Gezi. Over 2 million of the
region’s trees had already been cut down to make way for a new
airport and a new bridge over the Bosphorus Strait. The park was
slated for a new shopping mall and luxury apartments. As bulldozers
entered the park to mow down the urban forest, citizens blocked their
way. They were willing to die for the last tree. “We will not leave
until they declare the park is ours,” said one twenty-four-year-old.
(As of this writing, the trees still stand, but their fate remains
uncertain.)
Taksim Gezi became a symbol not only of the importance of
nature to city life, but to democracy itself, just as Frederick Law
Olmsted knew all along. “A sense of enlarged freedom is to all, at all
times, the most certain and the most valuable gratification afforded
by a park,” he wrote.
Yet we think of nature as a luxury, not a necessity. We don’t
recognize how much it elevates us, both personally and politically.
That, ultimately, is the aspiration of this book: to find the best science
behind our nature-primed neurons and to share it. Without this
knowledge, we may not ever fully honor our deep, cranial connection
to natural landscapes.
Not far from where I sent my lichen-rock photo into the
Mappiness ether, two mighty rivers merge: the Green and the
Colorado. It makes me happy to think of this geography because of a
story of two goofy brothers I know, who, in college, built a raft out of
inner-tubes and pallets, twisted out of their clothes, and pushed off
the bank of the Green, heading to the confluence. They had baggies of
gorp, a couple of jars of peanut butter, some water jugs. The water
was calm on this stretch, and they were living the life. Just a couple of
hours into the three-week trip, they got pulled over by a ranger.
Fortunately, this was before the days of a required permit, fire pan
and chemical toilet. But the naked boys were short one lifejacket.
They were so busted. The ranger hauled them off to a county judge,
who fined them, made them buy a lifejacket, and sent them back
down the river (always better than being sent up the river). Those two
guys are my brothers-in-law. This story has entered our sizable family
canon of misadventures-by-uncles. But it seems ages ago that such a
story would even be possible. Two college boys alone in the
wilderness, having the time of their lives, able to make it weeks
without civilization, minus a trip to a judge. Yet these two barely
have gray hair; it was only a generation ago.
The dramatic loss of nature-based exploration in our children’s
lives and in our own has happened so fast we’ve hardly noticed it,
much less remarked on it. “We evolved in nature. It’s strange we’d be
so disconnected,” said Nisbet. Most of us don’t know we’re missing
anything. We may have a pet and occasionally go to the beach, so
what’s the big deal? Well, what is the big deal? That’s what I wanted
to find out. And if something serious is missing, how do we recapture
it?
As a journalist who writes frequently about the environment, I
often end up writing about the way environment hurts our health,
from flame retardants getting into human tissue to air pollution’s
effects on the developing brain. It was both a pleasure and a
revelation to consider how, instead, our surroundings can also help
prevent physical and mental problems and align us with the World
Health Organization’s definition of health: “a complete state of
physical, mental and social well-being, and not merely the absence of
disease or infirmity.” The former health minister of Scotland calls
this health-making “salutogenesis,” inspired by the mid-twentieth-
century sociologist Aaron Antonovsky, who asked, if the world is so
crazy, what makes us able to keep sallying forth?
My city hair flattened to my scalp with gelatinous product,
gulping vitamin D, I decided the answers are worth pursuing.