Since I was a little girl all I ever dreamed of was being a writer; it’s one of the reasons why this blog exists, as a place to express my thoughts, experiences and ideas. As a child I used to write short stories and poems on a typewriter that my parents had bought for me, the best gift I ever received growing up. I love words. I love language. I love the possibility of words and language, to inspire, to heal, to make change.
During the second year of the Covid-19 pandemic, I finally put pen to paper and wrote a first draft of a book I’ve been dreaming about writing for so many years. It is still in its infancy, but I am so proud that amid the challenges of home-learning, keeping a business going and running a home that I stuck at it to breathe it into life.
It is a book about recovering from trauma in my life, about the power of nature to both heal and be a place to find belonging, about learning to live fully and authentically as myself, about fear, and courage, and sisterhood, about marriage, about motherhood, about the environment, about wild womanhood, it’s a love-letter to this place I call home, about ritual, about sowing and growing and sewing, about simplicity, wild swimming, the mountains and lots more in-between.
I have reached the stage where I will in a few weeks time begin the editing process, something that I know will take time and energy. I will continue to run Wild Women Events, but it will be in a more pared-back fashion, only one or two hikes per month so that I can commit to making my book the best it can be. I adore so much the community that has been established and know that this book would not exist had it not been for the love and support of the incredible women I’ve come to know over the past few years – you have each inspired me so much and given my life so much meaning. In being courageous, stepping out in this new venture to grow a community of wild, nature-loving women, I once again learned to be vulnerable, to inhabit unashamedly the truth of who I am. For that, I’ll be forever grateful.
And so the editing process begins, and it’s really scary, because I’ve no clue what that even entails… but, hopefully one day in the not too distant future my words will make it out into the world in book form for you all to read, making a wee girl’s wildest dreams come true!