One morning, only days before leaving my childhood home for the last time, they cut the cherry tree down. We watched from a bedroom window as the tree was circled by men in red hard hats who began to strip its crocodile-skin bark, exposing lighter wood-flesh within. Keening creakily, branches peeled ground-wards.
Absolutely loved this! It really made me consider the green spaces that I frequent and how they provide a space for me to pause, reflect and reconnect. Also, of course, the log lady from Twin Peaks is an absolute icon and someone to model your day after. Cant wait to read the next one!
Reading this beautiful piece helped me to take a few minutes out of my day for myself and really got me thinking. Living in a city with pretty poor access to green spaces I've come to see trips to the surrounding countryside as a 'treat', and more often than not these ventures are met with huge numbers of others seeking the same breath of fresh air at the close of a working week. It had never really dawned on me how much these very actions are a product of capitalism, though of course they are!
After recently reading Jamaica Inn by Daphne du Maurier I've noticed myself longing to know a hillside in the same way that Mary Yellan learns, to know where every path leads, and to recognise the trees, plants and rocks that decorate the land. I think this knowledge for me represented a kind of idealised control over my time. Anyway, I love the idea of resistance through noticing and will almost certainly remember the ideas presented in this piece when I'm gazing at my own kind of cherry trees. Thankyou!
Absolutely loved this! It really made me consider the green spaces that I frequent and how they provide a space for me to pause, reflect and reconnect. Also, of course, the log lady from Twin Peaks is an absolute icon and someone to model your day after. Cant wait to read the next one!
Reading this beautiful piece helped me to take a few minutes out of my day for myself and really got me thinking. Living in a city with pretty poor access to green spaces I've come to see trips to the surrounding countryside as a 'treat', and more often than not these ventures are met with huge numbers of others seeking the same breath of fresh air at the close of a working week. It had never really dawned on me how much these very actions are a product of capitalism, though of course they are!
After recently reading Jamaica Inn by Daphne du Maurier I've noticed myself longing to know a hillside in the same way that Mary Yellan learns, to know where every path leads, and to recognise the trees, plants and rocks that decorate the land. I think this knowledge for me represented a kind of idealised control over my time. Anyway, I love the idea of resistance through noticing and will almost certainly remember the ideas presented in this piece when I'm gazing at my own kind of cherry trees. Thankyou!