JESSICA RAWNSLEY
Categories: All Climate Protest + Activism Global Social Justice Data-driven Science + Tech
Light filters through a canopy of towering Douglas firs. Trunks stretch upwards toward a band of blue sky. Bird song slices through the silence.
We are instructed to stand still, feet planted in the earth, feeling the breeze on our skin, inhaling the scent of dirt and pine, listening to creatures scuttling in the undergrowth. Every so often, we make a quarter turn to face a different part of the forest, senses trained on the altered dimension. Here, a dapple of sunlight on my face. There, the drone of sun-drunk insects. The 360 completed, we open our eyes and greet the tree directly in front of us, registering it as if for the first time.
We are instructed to stand still, feet planted in the earth, feeling the breeze on our skin, inhaling the scent of dirt and pine, listening to creatures scuttling in the undergrowth. Every so often, we make a quarter turn to face a different part of the forest, senses trained on the altered dimension. Here, a dapple of sunlight on my face. There, the drone of sun-drunk insects. The 360 completed, we open our eyes and greet the tree directly in front of us, registering it as if for the first time.
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