I remember being a young lad, about 8 or 9 years old, allways running around in the woods with a small group of friends, building shelters, making fires, roasting potatoes, eating berries, using our folding knives to make spears and "hunt". We slept, ate and played out there and I still remember that feeling of freedom, of joy..... So, appearantly it comes naturally...
When in the military many years later, that feeling came back to me, being on exercises, making shelters again, sleeping under the stars, moving through the woods, preferably at night.
And since a few years, about 3 or so, the sickening stress of everyday adult life jumpstarted the longing for that peacefull feeling of being, again. My life and my being felt so unreal, untrue, fake.... I just had to go back again!
I do not like to be dependant, but want to be able to take care of myself and my family, going back to basics, doing those basics, relearning the connection of all things living and figuring out what my place in that might be and it's also a spiritual journey for me, as I firmly believe there's more out there than we can see....
I have only started to scratch the surface of the of this thing we call bushcraft and I will never learn it all, because there's just too much that can be learned. It isn't just bumming about in the woods. It is becoming a way of life! This means slowly working my/our way to grow and find our own food, living of the grid, using nature's gifts and be thankfull for them, living with the seasons.....
I think you know what I'm talking about....
