I had a similar experience as a teenager—I don’t remember exactly how old I was, but we went camping somewhere and ate what was cooked right there over a campfire in the woods. I crossed a river, drank its water, and beyond remembering those moments, when I think of them it’s as if I relive the sensations. Like the smells, the thrill of being in nature. I can even feel the water running over my feet, how fresh and clean it was… I felt free and connected to everything around me. Back then, I couldn’t understand many things I do now, and by piecing it all together, I realise that at my core there’s a love for what’s natural, simple, and genuine.
It’s always a pleasure to read about your journey. 😉
That's exactly how I felt when writing this post, that this love for nature was born a long time ago, but perhaps it was overshadowed by life, worries... but love is always reborn. Thank you!🤗