Treesit Diary

Today I want to practice knowing the interconnectedness of all life, and of my life with it. I notice the way my veins spread through my body like mycelium through soil, like branches through the sky. The entire ecosystem of this forest helping to create nutrients which create branches which help to clean the air so that I can breath oxygen into the blood pumped through my body in those veins.

If we can stare honestly and unflinchingly at these facts, and persevere through the despair they inspire rather than avoiding it, we will find that there is anger and passion and love, emotions we can harness in our fight to protect what is left.

Day 34 , I feel as though I could stare at any given spot in a forest for eternity and never cease to be filled with awe. It’s a strange sensation, being rewarded for still and silent observation in a world which seems more often to reward the opposite.

In our response to the climate emergency, we must not act from a place of panic – this only brings conflict, spurring that fearful and self interested part of our humanity. We must slow down our minds and rethink what we value as a species,

A Golden Whistler serenaded this patch of forest today with it’s sweet trills and whistles.

30 days ! Every Environment Minister should experience a tree sit to open their hearts and minds to reality. We are each a tiny speck in the ecosystem but have the ability to create so much harm to all.

So many shades of green, a wealth of aliveness surrounds me, feeding my heart with happiness. Chirrups, tweets, squawks, buzzings all floating around on a gentle breeze. Large white butterflies are making the most of the updrafts, lazily gliding amongst the treetops. Am so grateful to this majestic giant supporting the sit so steadily. Feel so safe and in harmony with this beautiful space, and to top it off, I have a perfect book to enjoy while here

This tree knows this valley- has watched the arc of the sun across the sky, been pummelled by thunderstorms and bathed in moonlight.
In the human sphere time slips through a hole in my pocket.

A the edge of dawn I sit ensconced in my coccoon of sheets, tucked into my nest in the canopy. The morning trickles down over the far side of the ridge and into the gully. To the eye, everything is stillness, but the air is alive with birdsong, invisible waves that ripple down through the valley.
The minutes drip drop with the viscosity of honey, so I take my time with each task – slicing my apple into segments, savouring the sensation as the knife glides through the flesh, the sweetness and crunch between my teeth.

Hi everybody, from high up on a tree sit platform in “Rock Steady”. Something about rope assisted climbing is the transition from the type of security/safety you feel hanging above the abyss on just your ropes and harness to putting all your weight on branches

Bulga treesit day 25 No rain o/night,
temp fluctuating warm/cool. heard black cockatoos in the rain yesterday morning, probably yellow tails, the red tail Glossies have been even rarer to spot since the big fires hammered their Casurina feed trees.