Woman in the Wilderness: My Story of Love, Survival and Self-Discovery

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Oh, yes, a major adjustment.’ Peter nodded. ‘The mind needs to calm down. It could take days to ease into the rhythm of this place. Maybe weeks.’

That was the last thing I wanted to do. Nothing meant boredom, the dreaded void, horrible emptiness. Nothing was the unknown and I had discovered I was afraid of it - this was the fear I would have to face in the many weeks to come. I realised that my experience of nature had begun to change. I was tuned in to the rhythm of the forest, river and mountains. Beauty had become more apparent and intense. When I looked at the mountains, I saw not only their outward shapes, but also colours and moods. And slowly, over the weeks and months, I smelled the subtle breeze, the perfume of the forest and the approaching rain. I noticed changing clouds and delicate colours in the sky. (c) And the woman fled to the wilderness, where she had a place prepared by God where she would When I entered Lothlórien, it suddenly seemed ludicrous to hurry. There was absolutely no logical reason to be so hasty; in fact, it was safer to go slowly. I stopped, looked at the beauty around me and realised that I did everything at great speed. It was an automatic response to my life in school and the workplace. Nature, however, had plenty of time. I discarded the invisible whip. (c) We walked to the rhythm of the rolling waves. On our left were endless dunes; on our right the infinite ocean. Our surroundings didn’t change for days on end, yet we were amid the most ancient movement of the earth: the eternal flow of the tides, coming and going with the rhythm of the moon. The wind seemed to drive the salty mist on ahead of us. We could never reach it, yet we were always in it. Nothing ever stopped the sea or the waves, the wind or clouds or beach. None of it had stopped since the beginning of time. It kept moving, and it kept us moving. (c)And the woman fled into the wilderness, where God had prepared a place to care for her for 1,260 days. OK. That makes twelve a day, a hundred and twenty for ten days, two hundred and forty for twenty days . . . So that’s about three hundred and sixty a month, or a thousand and eighty for three months.’ (c)

Ze gaan steeds een stapje verder. Eerst leven ze nog lange tijd op één plek, daarna gaan ze trekken als nomaden. Met pijl en boog schiet Lancewood avondeten. Ze leren welke eetbare planten en bessen er zijn. This book tells her story, including the very practical aspects of such a life: her difficulties learning to hunt with a bow and arrow, struggles to create a warm environment in which to live, attempts to cross raging rivers safely and find ways through the rugged mountains and dense bush. This is interwoven with her adjustment to a very slow pace of life, her relationship with her much older husband, her thoughtful observations of the few other people they encounter in this time, and her growing awareness of a strong spiritual connection to the natural world. and the woman fled into the wilderness, where she has a place prepared by God, in which she is to be nourished for 1,260 days. I’d expected Miriam to look bedraggled, maybe with a couple of teeth missing, but she’s immaculate and smiling broadly, her teeth shiny white (she usually cleans them with ash); no dandruff, legs shaven, she smells of campfire. She is powerfully built; almost the double of Sarah Connor from The Terminator. A Dutch Sarah Connor – she was born in Holland. Her husband, Peter, proudly tells me she could beat most men in a fight: “Miriam is the hunter and I’m the cook. She’s much stronger than me. Women are better shots,” he says. “And they’re more careful,” adds Miriam. “They are less driven by trophy hunting. They have less of a need to prove themselves.” I sat in the sun for a horrible, stinky half-hour to The woman fled into the wilderness to a place prepared for her by God, where she might be taken care of for 1,260 days.Er staat een korte voorwoord in. Daarna gewoon het verhaal van hoe ze eerst begonnen tot ze de trail gingen lopen. Daarnaast staan er een paar foto's in en een kaartje van de trail. En aan het einde een kort stukje epiloog. Floortje Dessing heeft een kort stukje meegelopen van de trail en heeft dit gefilmd. De serie heet Floortje Dessing naar het einde van de wereld.