I'd never describe myself as an "outdoorsy" person.
That's not to say that I'm a princess. I am happy to get dirty in the garden or go fishing and smell like the sea all day. I love the feeling of sand between my toes and the winter sun on my back. I love to walk through the bush and I love to stroll along the beach.
.... just so long as I can come home to a hot shower, a fresh coffee and a flushing toilet.
Perhaps it is because my first career involved days and days of walking along snake-infested tracks in the rain to measure trees in plantations. It kinda takes the shine off bush-walking and being "at one with nature" when you HAVE to do it everyday.
Greg loved to be outdoors. When given the choice, he would always rather be outside. He was from a long line of farmers after all, and lived for the days he could spend riding a motorbike or tractor around familiar paddocks and lane ways.
He loved camping, he loved gardening, he loved bush walking (he climbed Queensland's highest peak in 1day when most people take at least 2 days), he loved native birds and insects. A year after we met, he and his brother spent a month on dirt bikes loaded with swags and camping gear and rode and camped their way along dirt tracks and make-shift river crossings, right to the northern-most tip of Australia ....
He felt at home in the bush.
Lately, the kids and I have been walking around the local bushland area. It is a very calming and grounding place to be.
...and somewhere I feel very connected to Greg. To the point where I *know* I am not alone in my meandering along bush tracks.
...and while I am still not keen on camping, have no desire to measure a plot of 5 year old saplings in the rain during
A connection with the earth, with life, with love.
I feel as though my nature-loving boy is walking right alongside me.
In fact I *know* my nature-loving boy is walking right alongside me.
....and I am better for it.