My Wild Child Ways
I was always a wild child in one form or another but some forms are not ideal. 😉
As a child, I was thankfully exposed to the natural world on a regular basis. We always had cottages in the country of one type or another to go to on weekends. We lived in the burbs but it was a newly developed area and still had lots of wild spaces. It was truly an idyllic childhood. I feel very fortunate. Thank you to all of my family.
In my teens, after my parent’s divorce, I was a wild child in all the wrong ways that had little to do with the natural world. That story can be for another time. 😉
In my early twenties, I was living in downtown Montreal and working in bars. This was a life of working and partying till the wee hours of the morning and then sleeping all day. There was little time for nature excursions and although I was periodically an exercise junkie, I wasn’t very educated in healthy eating.
I had a strong love for animals throughout my life but I wasn’t much of a country girl in this time period.
It was only when I got married, in my mid-twenties and got clean and sober, that I started noticing some health issues and started taking my health more seriously. This was also the time when I started noticing the deep yearnings for a more natural lifestyle. I would experience actual heartache when I wasn’t getting my nature fix.
My study of natural health and herbs began at this time.
It was in my thirties, when I moved to small town Ontario and was exposed to country living, that I fully rediscovered and fell head over heals in love with Nature. Lake Ontario, woods, rivers and streams and rolling hills were a part of my daily life and I was in heaven.
That was when I truly reconnected with my beautiful wild child self. My creativity blossomed and Mother Nature was my heart and home. I developed friendships with artists and nature lovers. I took my dogs on long walks on the many different nature trails around.
Now in my fifties, my life is unfolding in a most beautiful way. My dreams are emerging and converging. I feel on purpose. I’m beginning to understand the necessity of each and every lesson in my life, each heartache and devastation, every experience wonderful or sad, every person who has passed through. My constant struggle to find the meaning of it all is being satiated.
Don’t get me wrong it’s not as if life is perfect now and I never struggle or feel blue, as you may have read in a past post. But I always feel on track. I don’t feel lost like I used to. I accept my moods more easily and understand when I have to be kind and patient with myself. There are still times when I feel overwhelmed by all the problems of the world that seem insurmountable. But I remember my commitment to Her, to Mother Earth, to the animals, to good people. I will contribute what I can to a better world and work to be less and less a part of the problem.
I will continue this until my last breath, and maybe beyond. I love this planet that much.
If you get overwhelmed by the inundation of bad news in the world, stay tuned. Next week My post will offer links and suggestions for the many things that replenish my faith, hope and heart. I think they will, at the very least, make you smile.