Sometimes, when the wind blows in spring, I can almost feel it sweeping away the blanket of winter and stirring the land awake.
It's a faint hint of connection, and while it has been invigorating in the past, tonight it pulls me into sadness.
One of the first connections I felt with the natural world was the wind in my hair - connections I only have a shadow of now. I was not made for city dwelling.
So as the spring wind calls my soul awake I yearn for the wild places. By celtic theory, I hold them inside my soul. But the child in me cries that it isn't fair that I can feel them there and miss them so much, and yet still not manage to find them in the real world. And the faint connection I feel to the land here slips away like fog in the morning sun.
I miss the wilds and I think I'm going to have to do something to re-find that connection.
Ah,big city living got you down?probably due to us moving to the island in you 'formative' years...not sure the when or why just that its obviously had an effect on where you wish to be.....seriously,you need to plan as a couple as to where this will pull you.....if Jon is like i was/am,you'd better start now and loudly and succinctly explain where you wish to go-sounds like away from Calgary,anyhow,us in the 'bush' live a quieter existence,don't know if i could or would ever live in an urban setting again...the other side is its really-really quiet-soothing in its own way but lacking the social interactions most take for[pun not intended,granted]anyway happy weekend ....love ya!dad
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