In memory of my mother

My mum passed when I was 23. I never really had the opportunity to come back home to a respectful relationship with her after my teenage rebellious tribulations and assaults on her goodwill. So this blog is to honour and thank her for her contribution to my love for  nature. 

She was an avid bird watcher and had dreams of travelling through the bush. I have many memories of her being fascinated by animals on our weekend getaways to the Kruger National Park. 
My first memory of her was her riding a horse called Thunder. That is a beautiful memory and the name of the horse is as mystical and awe inspiring as her impact on who I am in relationship with animals. 
She was fearless. And always confident that all would be well. She had faith in my animal relationships always. As a very young child I was given the task on many occasions to hand rear orphan wildlife and pets. She never micro managed the process but would offer helpful insight that came naturally to her. 
The animals in our home always followed her around. For her it was just second nature. I remember she was usually surrounded by their adoring presence. She did let them sleep in my bed at night - even though it was illegal on the official front. 

Thank you Mom. I am finding more and more I remember little animal memories that you enabled and wisdom you imparted ever so gently. It is possible that my idealistic sensitive side was picked up from you. It is my sense that animals were really your passion. I am really lucky to have been brought into this world by you. The space you held in which you allowed me to express myself was mystical😊🥰