Something strange is happening to me. I feel like I'm regressing, kind of, and my interest in old hobbies has been fired up. Was a time when all I could think about was herbs, alternative ways of living, a more paganistic approach to life. Somewhere along the line things changed a little, those interested faded into the background (although they never entirely left me) and new ones came to the fore. I got more into my writing and my photography and I stopped trying to search out new information on herbs and simple living, focusing instead on the thoughts inside my head and the images I could see.
Now it's all coming back to me and, whilst I regret a little all those years I 'wasted', not learning new things about herbs and plants, I can see that coming back to it a little older and wiser has refreshed my excitement and I'm ready to go at it full tilt. It makes me long for some kind of mentor again: someone more experienced who can show me how to start out with some basics and where I can head from there on. This sort of path is so very very complex when you're doing it on your own. If I could I honestly would try and find some sort of commune to live in with other, like-minded people and a few goats. As it is I'll have to do the best I can slogging on alone with the internet and a few books for information. The modern world isn't all advantages -- what I wouldn't give for a wise old village witch to learn from ;-)
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