So I took one.
As stated in the article a forest bath is unlike a hike because it requires no destination and no distractions
While spending this quiet time amongst the trees I thought of the Transcendentalists, like Emerson and Thoreau.
“When we are unhurried and wise, we perceive that only great and worthy things have any permanent and absolute existence – that petty fears and petty pleasures are but the shadow of the reality.” (Walden, Thoreau)
These religious and social reformists had a thing for trees too. They believed that God was found in nature, not the Church. This idea of forest bathing was what the Transcendentalists wrote essays and poems about, it’s nothing new. The controversial group pressed Americans in the 1830’s to not be so dependent on society and to embrace nature. In nature, they believed, you will not only find God but also who you truly are. American Literature, as well as Lady Gaga, should thank this group for the push to celebrate individualism. "Baby, I was born this way"—the transcendentalist way.
I, too, have always felt a pull towards nature to help uncover buried ideas of who I am. With this reincarnation of self in the natural world, I uncover, buried beneath, ideas. They burst upward in the light once I give them the real care and attention they desire. In my silence, they clamor to be heard. As I sit amongst the trees I can sense the slightest flitting of movements underfoot and beyond the edges of my eyes. Above my head, the trees turn to birds then to a determined hawk circling. He knows his way. From atop these trees and under my feet all that is possible runs wild like a child.
"What lies behind you and what lies in front of you, pales in comparison to what lies inside of you." (Emerson)
And I remember when I was that child, I would stick my head out of the family station wagon and wash myself with the wind as we drove—just as a dog would, minus the wagging tongue. I too called it a bath. “Stop, I’m taking my wind bath,” I would protest as I was pulled back in by my mother for safety or by my brother just being a jerk. I never liked how my brother would call me a weirdo for being inclined to do such things. But I did like, weirdly, how my stinky brother smelled when he would surge into our home after one of his wild neighborhood adventures. He smelled like the “outside,” I named it. I was fond of this smell and even so much fonder of it, many years later, when my son, after a day of outdoorsy play, would be suffused with the smell of air on his skin, in his hair. I would sniff him up! It's a smell of delight, of happiness, a smell gained by being carefree and light. A smell gained from just being your true self. And per the article, one of the many benefits of forrest bathing the attainment of a better mood.
What's even better is that we can gain this benefit anywhere, a garden, a park, a yard, or just by sticking our heads out of our car windows on our way home from work. Be inspired by Transcendentalists not to give into conformity. Just make sure you make time to disconnect from all of our society’s distractions and go outside for the sights, the better mood, and especially the smell.
Then you can check out Emerson's poem "Song of Nature" here: https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/song-nature
"But he, the man-child glorious,-- Where tarries he the while? The rainbow shines his harbinger, The sunset gleams his smile."