Out of four walls

The best thing about nature is knowing it is always there. There is never a time you cannot just be within it, unless of course your house stands on concrete and there are roads adjacent to where you live. There are no paths or walk ways amongst trees or grassy edges. But nature can be found in the cracks, in the small gardens and with the birds that fly over head. It is in the wind and rain and the sun that shines upon us. It is deep in the earth even if it is hidden from view. Fire can be found in a candle flame and the hearth. Even when we turn on a light switch, fire is involved. The water from the tap, that fills our bath tub, its all nature and all deserves a prayer or two and a mention of gratitude.

And here we are now, surrounded by beautiful country side, in a farmers field next to a flowing river. The rain pattering on the roof top, the smell of the cut grass and occasional sunshine. It feels good and I ask myself if this is enough?river n ben

 

 

 

We are house hunting, looking for a new home with a different view to the one we had before. A new life, preparing for and beginning a new adventure. As we look at houses I realise how un-keen I am to put myself once more into those four walls and block out the nature that smells so sweet, that sounds so inviting. I feel the calling to live with it rather than apart from deep within my bones and find myself avoiding the structure and bricks and mortar that I know at some point I must succumb to.  Or must I? We have a yurt, a beautiful yurt and we have a motor home that is cosy and warm.

Talking to the land, I am curious about what it would like from me. Where could I be useful, where might my roots feed those of others where we collaborate together, to gently meet in the delicate issues of human and natures interactions.

As time goes on I might yearn for the four walls once more as my bones feel the cold and I tire of so little space. But the ‘waiting to see what happens’ is somewhat delightful and I am indulging it a little. There does not need to be a rush, to find, to make happen. All in good time I hear myself say, for the right opportunity, the right moment, when all will be made very clear to me, to us and to the circles that surround us.

For now I feel very grateful that we have this time and space, to be together in our little pod of a home, in the womb of nature, exploring who we are together and what it is that we ‘really’ want from life and living.

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About Caroline Carey

Caroline, born in 1960, grew up with a love for the wild, for nature, for animals and to dance. She wrote poetry and stories, created theater and explored the art of ritual of which she always held a fascination for. Not being of the academic type and being passionate about mystery, immagination and myth, she chose to spend her time alone with her many animals and the passion she had for ecstatic dance whether indoors or in nature. Her imagination was as wild as her life-style and by adapting the religious education insisted on by her family, she was able to recognise her own innate connection to Spirit and the spirit guides she became strongly connected to. Mothering her six, (now adult) children, Caroline has learnt the art of play, creativity, story telling and the deep surrender and unconditional love that motherhood bestows upon us.
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2 Responses to Out of four walls

  1. Susan Smith says:

    Hello Caroline,
    It has been a year or so since we last met in you your yurt, dancing at Wild Heart in Sussex and before that in Seaford.
    I am inspired and deeply touched by your writings in how they resonate with recognition of my own life in many ways.
    We have acquired a spacious Tipi and started sleeping in the garden and camped at Into The Wild Fest recently, what joy! However at 59 years I feel the cold and so a Frontier stove, some sheepskins and a fold up bed off the ground will be welcome additions.
    I have recently found another space to dance freely to the 5 Rhythms, another joy.
    I have grieved a lot in the Winter and letting go more and more of my 4 grown up children and 2 grand children.
    With this freeing up of inner and outer space, I too ask the Universe what is my body of work, ‘my giving back’?
    Thank–you for writing it inspires me to find my voice,
    Many blessings from Susan Smith and Vic Hyland

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