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Carefree Summers: A Memior

It was one of those summers where life could not have been better or more carefree. Days were filled with rain and sunshine and mud; we became children of the Earth, farmers of the Burren. From clucking chickens and freshly laid eggs to the distant baaing of sheep. For once there was complete silence or at least the silence of a farmyard. . . the mooing of cows, laughter of rain, and busy presence of honey and bumblebees.

The silence became white noise, the ingredients for being wild and free. Wellies, my new skin and bones, laughter was my medicine. Fairy forts, loose donkeys, and the disbelief of being shocked by an electric fence were all in a day’s work.

Lunchtime and contests of who can rock a beanie the best and Irish accents. Guitar playing and teaching everyone the potato-digger were some of the many ridiculous things that happened.

The rain taught me how to dance and the sun preached to me the meaning of hard work.

‘Man-eating’ pigs as well as frisky shetland ponies, chowing down on raw chives and finding spiders and slugs and all types of insects that crawl into damp bed-sheets and welcome you to sleep. Holding delicate rabbits and petting wiry-haired pot belly pigs were routine and the old way of responding to emails was replaced with tarot readings, poetry, and cups of tea.

By living in a city one merely survives on aimless stress. . . why is life not so simplistic, but complicated and angry? Days at the farm were unintentionally spent learning how to not care about what people thought of you and enjoying the small pleasures in life. Everyday I ate pretzels (the soft kind) for lunch and laughed at things that were aimless and absurd.

Mist washed away our sins. The countryside loved us for our untamed spirits. And it was a summer where no one cared what your outward appearance was. You were loved for who you were and now as I look back at it, I find that being seen and loved for the true me is what I want and yearn for.

City life has trained me to live complicated and angry, with pollution that kills me from the inside out, words that tear down my character, and judgements that force me into perfection. Farm Camp taught me to come to peace with myself.