I can hear it. It’s on the street behind my house. My body feels the sound and immediately I get sad/angry/tense. Sometimes, it actually takes my mind 10-30 minutes to label the sound. My denial is strong, because, even though it is a familiar sound, I just don’t want to think about another tree being chainsawed and mauled in my neighborhood.
My friends and pals growing up would call me a tree-hugger, but it wasn’t necessarily said kindly. It made me feel different and strange. And, it was true. I loved trees, and just like Julia Butterfly-Hill, I could become an activist for these amazing plants.
to be continued.