I first heard this term the other day, and immediately realized it applied to me. I had a really intense experience at age 14 where I cried for hours after all the ancient trees at a local cemetery were bulldozed. Granted, my parents, who were organic farmers, occasionally talked about nature spirituality, so I was exposed to the idea, but I don't think this was just suggestibility. I didn't cry like that when my grandpa died the year before! Generally, I could barely feel my emotions, like many teenage boys, but my love for the land and nature was a clear emotion I felt. I was lonely and fanciful and pretty sheltered and isolated, and didn't have to work hard or study very hard, since I was homeschooled and got to read a lot of what I wanted to read for school.

My love for nature and the place where I grew up is really deep, though. So deep that I had a hard time ever leaving, and ended up working for the family farm and living with my Dad until age 28. By then I was burned by failed romantic relationships strained by the poverty and long work hours of organic farming, and was tired of being low-income and unable to afford my own home. Most importantly, I'd learned to control my anxiety and depression. Now I live in a city and have an office career, and am fairly miserable, but have to support a family.