The World Is Your Rollercoaster

I'm not a fan of oysters, frankly. And moreover, swallowing a small, helpless, slimy creature alive, does not exactly sound to me like the perfect metaphor for the beauty, magic, and wonder of your one wild and precious life. 

A photo by my friend Kristiina. Visiting the lands my grandmother's people came from. But that's another story about co-incidence, conservationist friends, and small island life in Finland <3 

A photo by my friend Kristiina. Visiting the lands my grandmother's people came from. But that's another story about co-incidence, conservationist friends, and small island life in Finland <3 

That said, I have been feeling like the world is my something, or other, lately. Almost everything I ever dreamed of having happen to me, of getting to be a part of, I'm suddenly a part of. Sounds dramatic, but it's true. All the doors are flying wide open. And as it often is with dreams coming true, there's a lot of hard work, logistics, money worries, late nights, and pushing shoulders against wheels involved. 

As you can tell, I've not had a lot of time on my hands for itinerant-writing activities. My journals languish in their pouches, my folders are full to the brim with topics. At the same time, lately I've also felt like I have to have something to say whenever I come here. That I have to be deep, or offer information, or entertain. That can be pretty stifling for a writer. 

I've been writing this blog for over eight years now. It's always been a love pursuit, something I've done for fun, for me. Not for money, or the fickle food of internet-fame, or for any other reason besides that it seemed like a natural, easy way to express myself. It's made me a better writer, a better photographer, a more educated person, and it certainly has made me a bucket-load of friends for life!

But as it turns out, this blogs is also a big part of the work I've been unknowingly doing for a long time now, the stuff that's all suddenly coalescing into this wild new dream landscape I find myself in. All these years I've been trying to make space for dreams, and learning, and creating, aimlessly, without goals. And somehow, without even knowing it, that and not pursuit, or demands, has laid the foundation for my lifework.

 So, dear reader, old friend,  that's what I want to continue to do here. It would be easy for me to turn this space into something that served to promote my "brand", my writing, my teaching, my herbal practice alone. Somewhere, where every piece I wrote would be easily shareable and quotable, and every picture interest-worthy. I'm not going to say it's not been tempting, to follow what the popular trends seem to be, but frankly, being a hodgepodge mishmash as served me fell so far. 

I don't know if you're still out there, friend, but I'm here. And I plan to have a heck of a time!

Love,

Milla