Connection to Nature
Blog
Connection to nature is a vital part of what I do at Juniper Tree Learning. Another of my passions is exploring and embracing diverse ways of knowing and interacting with the world around us.
On this blog I share some of my reflections and creative responses to my interactions with nature. Many of these are written using a "free-fall" writing approach, which is intended to remove our natural inclination to edit, and to engage in a raw response to what we are seeing and feeling in a given moment.
I scamper around at your feet, the pine needles prickling at my paws. The distant sound of cars hum and mumble on a near to far off road. Birds mutter mutedly in the larch. I start my ascent. Your mossy coat is spongy and damp: easy to cling to with my claws. Round and round your stump I clamber, skip and spin. Oops, a greasy patch of slippery bare wood – nearly got me! Up and up, dodging between your twigs and leaves. A branch - inviting and tempting. Leading onwards…outwards…an adventure…
Your orange canopy gives a sunlit glow, belying the grey autumnal day above. Tentatively forward. A slight breeze followed by a gentle shower of larch needles – they must remind us of their presence. Dominance. Further on: a fork, which way? Small and thin, or longer and bushy? I hear the birds again, but of my kind I am alone. Drips. Cold - down my neck, through my fur.
An alarm call! But not for me, another creatures fear, not mine. Stealthily, forward on a creaking branch…was this the wisest choice? Thinner and thinner and thinner it becomes. But the time to jump, the time to decide is approaching.
Darker.
A thicker cloud? Rain coming? Still the cars rumble by. The river roars a continuous background to my forest world. So, a jump. The branch bounces beneath my feet. Three…two…one…deep breath…
As I crouch beneath your boughs, sheltering from the rain, I gaze up at your smooth bark. The knots like eyes staring out at the world.
I wonder what life holds for me next. For you life will continue as before, the birds in your branches the seasons come and go. But will they? Will it be the same as before?
As we sit here together on Christmas Eve, during the warmest winter on record, I listen to the birds sing and the squirrels who are too active for this time of year, and I worry about the future. I worry about the changes we all must face – the unknown future for all living things.
But your sturdy trunk and your protective spikey leaves give me courage. You seem to be saying “It’s OK, listen – we’re in this together.”
Dearest Holly, I hope you are right.