There are times when I become overwhelmed with the busyness of this life lived in a rapidly growing place and I long for a return to the wilderness. My home in the north, surrounded by boreal forest and the Churchill River and an abundance of lakes or, even a return to the Rocky Mountains that I am fortunate to view out my window. I feel a need to be cradled by nature and silence and to be removed from a society that sometimes requires explanation and more than I feel that I can give.
I long for a simpler life, though really I know there is no such thing, but rather I just need to remember that the simplicity is inside me. Growing up in the north wasn't easy but it was wonderful to be surrounded by the knowledge that I could be alone, really, truly alone when I needed it. Nestling under an evergreen building moss fairy houses, lying under the birch trees watching the leaves catch the sunlight, sitting on a large rock with a good book, swimming in the pond or paddling a canoe on the lake. I dream of home.
Honouring the Ancestors
Great Places Plan