After a particularly stressful & life changing summer spent working in Ireland on a summer camp for terminally ill children I returned home not fully appreciating how broken I was. I threw myself into another caring role, without realizing I had long forgotten how to care for myself. This job ended badly, I had nothing left to give & to make matters worse as I was moving back home-tail between my legs- I had all my belongings stolen from my car.
After spending a months licking my wounds and feeling sorry for myself I decided I needed to pick myself up, start again and seek employment of some sort-Though still not having any great calling or ambition.
I became G5-0029 a post person on a rural round far from the madding crowds. It was in this job that I realized I wanted to walk through the seasons. I would rise every morning at 4.29 am and especially in summer would feel like queen of the morning. It was here I started to reconnect with the seasons, notice the subtle changes in nature, have a privileged vantage point to an abundance of wildlife-normally hidden in waking hours. The delightful aroma of freshly cut lawns, or the sweetest scent of honeysuckle and blossoms made my nose dance with joy. Cobwebs that twinkled in morning frosts delighted me, puddles I could crunch through excited me, autumn colours I could soak up filled me with joy. I felt nurtured, it was working outside and being at one with nature that I felt at home. Never again would I spend a minute wishing my life away working in a shop, an office or a pub. I had found my roots!
Sunday, 24 March 2013
Saturday, 23 March 2013
The Beginings
This blog is an online diary about how I found peace amongst the earth, magic in the garden and reconnected with the seasons. Nature indeed is the greatest soother of the soul.
My childhood was spent strawberry picking in the summer holidays-Heady sun baked days spent on bended knees amongst the straw, discovering the ruby red fruity jewels amongst the plants, often eating as many as we picked.
Half term I was to be found potato picking, often in mud up to welly boot tops & dodging either a rotting potato thrown by a testosterone fuelled school boy or an angry worm rudely awoken from its home.
I never appreciated either of these school day jobs until much later in life.
When the time came for me to leave school, I had no idea which direction to go or what I wanted to be. I landed in Sheffield to do nurse training-that I never completed-and here ensued a lifetimes quest of not only finding employment, but personal fulfillment. 85 jobs at my last count in 18 years, an exhausting rollercoaster of a journey!
My childhood was spent strawberry picking in the summer holidays-Heady sun baked days spent on bended knees amongst the straw, discovering the ruby red fruity jewels amongst the plants, often eating as many as we picked.
Half term I was to be found potato picking, often in mud up to welly boot tops & dodging either a rotting potato thrown by a testosterone fuelled school boy or an angry worm rudely awoken from its home.
I never appreciated either of these school day jobs until much later in life.
When the time came for me to leave school, I had no idea which direction to go or what I wanted to be. I landed in Sheffield to do nurse training-that I never completed-and here ensued a lifetimes quest of not only finding employment, but personal fulfillment. 85 jobs at my last count in 18 years, an exhausting rollercoaster of a journey!
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