Last and First

As I'm writing, we are officially sailing through the first day of 2021 in the UK, so firstly a very Happy New Year to us all. Yesteryear was probably - for a lot of people - a branch that we'd like to snap across our knee. Although our boundaries and freedom have changed drastically, a... Continue Reading →

Ascension

How does it feel to be up in the crown of a tree? "Just climb and you'll find out," I answered myself. And so I did with my friend Sam, a professional arborist. Leading up to this moment, I have been super excited and looking forward to it for days. At this crucial stage, I... Continue Reading →

Like a Flowing River

"Life gets in the way", says a friend of mine. Actually he's not the only person who has openly expressed that sentiment, although I have never really agreed with it. I am aware that I haven't written in a long while; one might say that life did get in the way but for me it's... Continue Reading →

Back To My Trees

Driving towards the wood I was going to be working in, I noticed how the tree canopies on both sides of the road seemed to be welcoming me into their fold. I was excited to be working again with my friend Stuart in his private woodland; it has definitely been awhile since lockdown! We had... Continue Reading →

A New Path

For those of you who had seen my last poem, yes I must admit, it was sad. “Very beautiful, but sad”, as I was told by my close friend. What can I say? It has stemmed from pure, raw feelings. Feelings of frustration and uncertainty that I had been experiencing. Yesterday my ‘very beautiful, but... Continue Reading →

Wind, Water, Wood

Yesterday we were taken on a 5.5 mile walk around Bradiford and into a lovely little wood called Tutshill Wood. To get there we had to cut across open grassy fields of nothingness; all that lovely space for the freedom to spring our arms open and embrace the sun in glee. However it was a... Continue Reading →

Wistfully Walking

Today I visited a place that has been on my list for quite some time. I'm at Wistman's Wood in Dartmoor, a beautiful moss covered oak copse remotely situated at high altitude. Legend has it that it was planted by druids, as 'Wistman' is derived from 'wise man', another name for druids. Designated as a... Continue Reading →

Silent as a Feather

I walk In a swirling breeze To the sounds of birds Step through To a sense of peace Feel the earth Feet off Eyes shift Parallel to the soil I look up The earth vibrates Roots seeking out A tree's pathway Finding the essence of life A world invites Silent as a feather Stillness shakes... Continue Reading →

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