Went for a walk the other day. My most common route out to Slad and back. And I was so sad to see that they had cut down a load of trees. It’s a part of the walk that brought real calm to me, and a space that made feel connected to my mum. Not because we’d walked there together much, but because it felt very similar to an ancient forest where we were in Jamaica, not long before she died. I don’t think the Slad bit of wood was ancient, but the canopy the trees made and the plays of light and shadow and the bathing in green I got when walking under them, would transport me to that day in Jamaica. It was a moment in a trip where she seemed to find some calm and a few un-manic minutes.
I need to get back to regular walking, but that route is currently feeling negative instead of positive for me, so I’ll have to pick a different route until thise feelings pass. I do really love walking along the canal, but I don’t love having to go through town to get to it.
Trees keep getting cut down near us too. Three down my road in the past 12 months or so too. A tree on the other side of the road had the tree peeps turn up last week, so I photographed the tree and felt sad. Luckily, the tree was only getting a trim. 😅