Here I am, at 33 years old, starting a blog about my adventure as a human being in the forests. I grew up in the urban jungle. I did not have a childhood like Tarzan, climbing from one tree to another.
But one day I went through a heartbreak. And I felt that I need to just go. Out. Somewhere. And this is how my beautiful addiction started. The more time I spent in nature alone, the more I healed. At first I was afraid. But my curiosity and pain were much bigger than my fears. This happened more than 5 years ago. Not much you would say. But for me….it was like yesterday.
I still manage to find my peace there. In the quiescent forest. Where all I can hear is the birds and my incessant thoughts. Oh boy…the clutter! The noise we have inside our mind. The constant rumination. It still takes me a long time until I manage to shut it down. I have a lot to learn from nature and from sitting in silence.
I often notice how the urban life does not fit me. I feel trapped inside the confinement of my walls. I call it home and I am grateful for my shelter, yet my heart yearns for a house with a big yard , maybe a house in a forest. I do not know where life will take me but starting a blog about what I feel when I go in different places with lots of trees and peace feels right.
It feels right. It feels peaceful. To write. Welcome to my inner home, hopefully you will feel that you can find a place to belong after reading my stories.
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