So…I came up with the name EcoGrrl in late 2008 when a colleague urged me to start blogging my words as I mentally prepared (well, as much as one can) for the death of my father who’d just suffered a hemhorragic stroke.
I was daddy’s girl as a child. He was a hydrologist, studying snowmelt and the effects of climate change on the region and how water’s behavior impacted the land. He loved quiet spaces – being out in the desert, collecting agates on the coastline, getting lost in the aisles of used bookstores, caring for his roses.
I see him in me now.
When I grew up, I was a force to be reckoned with yet with little guidance on how to direct or channel this energy. Some saw it as scattered, others as a free spirit. Deeply sensitive, I tried to create a protective shell…but still they told me this emotion, this personal approach I had, was not okay, not appropriate.
I grew up with my mother where food was whole, garden was natural, walking & biking & bussing were par for the course. Both she and my father loved the outdoors, and camping & hiking were natural activities. I wore hand-me-downs as a child and laid out in the backyard on the grass or in an inner tube on the nearby river with friends, seeing shapes in clouds.
I belonged to an environmental group in school and my senior speech was in recycling. It wasn’t anything ‘hippie’ – it was par for the course.
Grrl means strength. It embraces the power of womanhood AND the openness of girlhood. As Eve Ensler said, “I am an emotional creature! “
This is me. EcoGrrl. Let us all be.