The wonders of technology never cease to amaze me. Working specifically with trees was a journey I began in late 2018, so what better way to share that journey than to start a blog about it? How I’ve missed writing too!
I was tired, drained and physically exhausted. I had been working and at the same time doing bird surveys, monitoring bumblebees, recording butterflies, surveying trees, reporting data… I was just trying to do too much. Then a chance conversation happened with a friend/mentor, when he remarked, “Why don’t you choose something to specialise in? Something you’re passionate about? You’re a person who likes detail and delving under the layers; we can all see that light in your eyes when you do that.” So after much thought and following my gut instinct, I chose to connect more deeply with TREES.
Currently studying and training in forestry, arboriculture, woodland management and tree surveying, I’m thoroughly enjoying my tree journey (with a particular fondness for ancient and veteran trees). I tried rope climbing in 2020 with an arborist friend, and felt naturally comfortable being up in the canopy. It had given me a completely different perspective of seeing the earth from a tree’s point of view. I definitely see myself scaling trees in the near future, and being a petite Southeast Asian female entering a male-dominated UK forestry and arboriculture industry also made it extra significant to me.
I love the fact that trees are the oldest living organisms on this planet; they were here way before the dinosaurs, and still live on today. I feel this great connection with trees; when I’m among them they would whisper with their leaves rustling in the wind. When I put my hand on their bark I can feel their spirit pulsing through my veins. When they open up their leaves towards the sun I feel that same warmth tingling on my face. This intrinsic connection makes it even more real.
I realise: My place is here amongst the giants.
“She had so deep a kinship with the trees, so intuitive a sympathy with leaf and flower, that it seemed as if the blood in her veins was not slow-moving human blood, but volatile sap.”– Mary Webb, ‘Gone to Earth’