Monday 25 June 2012

How Quickly We Forget...


 
 Only two weeks ago, I wrote about enjoying the wilderness experience, and taking time to appreciate the little things.  But then the inevitable happened.   Life.  And all it's responsibilities. Things to do, places to go, people to see and all that. And I forgot all about Bushcraft Girl.  I set her aside to attend to grown-up matters.  It happens to all of us at some point. We get lost in the mad rush. But sometimes, when we least expect it, nature gives us a little nudge to remind us of what we are missing.



After a busy day at work, I went out to tend to some long-neglected yard work. As I assessed the task at hand, I became aware of something wonderful.  Nature had taken an area of my property that had been cleaned out last year, and turned it into a beautiful wildflower meadow.  I went to take a closer look (I did mention I get distracted by flowers and butterflies and such, right?) and found it was absolutely full of life.  Bees, dragonflies, and even a hummingbird moth floated through the flowers, gathering food. It was simply too much for the girl in me to resist. Away went the lawn mower, and out came the camera.  I spent over an hour lost in that meadow. Observing, photographing, but most importantly, slowing down and reconnecting with the world around me. 





 
When reality eventually called me back, I felt relaxed and recharged. There was still an evening of work in front of my computer to tackle, but it was no longer overwhelming.  Just simply...there. Part of life, but not all of it. Even a little quality time in a natural environment can create a sense of balance, and do wonders for your soul.






We all look forward to our next camp. An escape to the sanctuary of the wilderness. Often these trips cannot be as frequent as we would like because work, raising kids, or managing a home require our attention. That's reality.  But we can still get away, if only for a little while. We can recharge with a walk in the woods, by watching a sunset, or by observing life in the wildflowers.  Even the stress of a busy day in the city can be eased by enjoying lunch under a tree instead of inside a busy restaurant. We can't always find a weekend to escape.  But we can always find a moment to Smooth It.





 
Just like this grasshopper....



BG

Sunday 10 June 2012

Bushcraft Girl

     I suppose, if you were a stickler for such things, you could dispute my claim to be a Canadian "Girl".  Age wise, my girl days have long since passed. But I am and always will be, a girl in spirit. Some women may feel that the term is offensive.   I respect their opinion, and can certainly understand the reasoning behind it.  But for me, "Girl" means never having to fully grow up.  To be able to see the world with all the wonder of a child's eyes.  To embrace new experiences, without the jaded input of adult expectations.  To feel free to stop and see the beauty in the wild flower, get distracted by a butterfly, or simply sit in complete silence without guilt because I should be doing something more productive.  That is what "Girl" means to me.  
And I embrace the title fully.  

    The name Bushcraft Girl (Beeg for short), was given to me shortly after my foray into the world of Wilderness Living began.  My natural tendency to freely show excitement after discovering something new, or learning a skill, made it easy to discover my "bush name".  Okay, that and the fact that I said feathersticks were pretty.  I think that cinched the deal. 

    It is this perspective on Wilderness Living that I wish to share with you.  The experience of a single Mom, former car camper, and mild-mannered librarian, who decided (thanks to some great new friends), to dive head first into the world of Bushcrafting three years ago and never look back.  To show the self-confidence and inner strength that can be built by discovering these new skills.  Not just from the female perspective, but for everyone who wishes to really experience the wilderness, and not just walk through it on the way to their destination.  For those who wish to Smooth It.

                                                                      BG

"We do not go to the green woods and crystal waters to rough it, we go to smooth it. We get it rough enough at home, in towns and cities." 
 –NESSMUK (G.W. Sears), Woodcraft, 1963