Escape to the countryside
In my happy place picking juicy blackberries in the English countryside.
During the first years of my life, while I lived in Switzerland, I used to pick blueberries every summer from my grandmother’s backyard (which happens to overlook the Swiss alps).
It was the highlight of my year (guess I’ve always been passionate about local, seasonal and organic food😂).
My grandmother would ask me to help her pick them for her to cook pies, sauces, muffins…
During my mission, I would eat most of the blueberries I picked, but hey it’s the intention that matters.
Being in the countryside surrounded by life and aliveness takes me back to being that little child that was fascinated by every flower, bee, tiny alpine strawberry, and butterfly.
I can feel her excitement, delight and playfulness.
Nature always connects me to her. To my heart. To the present moment. To the Goddess. To my truth.
Pachamama is my teacher, muse, Mother and beloved.
PS. 29 years on, my grandmother still bakes me blueberry muffins every time I go visit her.