Annapurna Forcefully Removed from Redwood

This is a picture of Annapurna on the very top of a Redwood tree in the lower treesit village of Freshwater. Following is a poem she wrote while in the trees.

Tree Time

I want to live. I wake up every morning and sing to myself in the pre-dawn shades of sun light just peaking over the edge of blue mountain tops.

The trees are so big and I am so small. I am sheltered by them, held close by their branches, safer than ever before, yet putting my life on the line at every moment, living in the sky, verticality reality, pure canopy experience, tree life existence, persistence in the struggle for that which is true over that which will fool you into believing in anything else besides yourself.

Courageous leaps of faith are required to get from treetop to treetop and spinning upside down to the ground is a peculiar notion. Yet I am touched by emotion each time I come close to these ancient beings, wiser than I by far.

I listen close as they whisper their secrets to the wind, sister moon illuminating shimmering foliage as the fire in the sky dims once more into starry nightfall and the fog rolls in thick from the ocean covering all in blankets of moisture, thankful once more as I drift into dream spell.