Miranda’s Daily Blog: Day 202
Sometimes life up here feels full of good-byes. Maybe that is how life goes, hey?
I stood looking down through the trapdoor in my platform. I watch as one of my best friends disappeared down the rope, getting and smaller and smaller. I step away and when I look back the rope dangles lifelessly towards an empty patch of mud beneath the tree. He is gone. Another good-bye.
I guess if I wasn’t in this tree I’d still have to say goodbye. I’d still have friends that decide to move away from this island. But some how it seems harder up here, because every good-bye is followed by isolation. It’s just the forest and me, quietly contemplating solitude.
It’s interesting how the solitude of this experience has at times been one of the hardest things and at other times one of the most incredible aspects of life up here. I have had more time to myself then I ever have and probably ever will. It’s been plenty of time to reflect on life. There is something special about the feeling of it just being me and the forest here. No one else in sight for kilometers. To be here in the peacefulness of the forest, listening to the birds, and coming to understand the forest in away that can only be done quietly and over time. The Observer Tree has turned out to be a personal journey for me as much as a public campaign.
On the flip side is the challenge of loneliness. I miss being around people, laughing with old friends and making new ones, being part of a community. I have learnt to enjoy my own company, but as you can imagine, it’s not always enough. And I guess the hard thing is that visits from friends (and recently my Mum!) always feel too brief. They are here and then they are gone. It feels strange to watch them go and know I can’t leave.
The friends that have supported me over these past six months have meant so much to me. It sure would have been a lot harder to do this without their visits, phone calls and letters. Although there have been many incredible things about being up here, it isn’t always easy. And I want to take this opportunity to say thank you to the people in my life who have been there to listen or cheer me up when I have felt a bit overwhelmed by it all. Although I maintain hope and inspiration that we are going to protect this forests, it is still hard not to feel a bit scared sometimes, overwhelmed by the possibility that the industry may continue to destroy these forests into the future. It’s even more overwhelming when I am here looking out over this forest and wanting to do everything possible to ensure its survival, but not always knowing how or if I even can. And on those days it’s good to have someone to chat to who knows that feeling – the delicate balance between hope for the future of the forest and the sadness of witnessing their destruction.
To my friends who share the same histories, the same stories… who share my love for these trees, these places that I hold to dear to my heart. My friends who have fought alongside me in this seemingly never-ending battle to end the destruction. Those who have seen what I have seen, who’ve stood beside me and watched our favourite trees taken down by chain-saws. Who have stood with me in peaceful protest while we have faced violence against us. My friends who help carry the burden that comes with knowing the devastating reality of forest destruction. My friends who constantly inspire me. All of the crew whose determination and committment is constantly put to the test by the challenges of trying to protect Tasmania’s’ unique environment. To my friends who inspire me because of their love for the forest: Thank you! And I have felt so honoured when friends have said I am an inspiration to them too.
I hope that we can continue to inspire each other. Just as I hope that I can inspire all those who read my blog. Just as I am constantly inspired by all the people out there who have come on board, have read my blog and written comments, who have taken action and who have come to love this forest even though they may never see it.