Tree sitting

just visited. Pacific Lumber, a local logging company was cutting down the trees in the forest and destroying a local ecosystem. Pacific Lumber’s actions awoke in inner calling inside of Julia that led her to take a stand in preserving on of the earth’s natural habitat by participating in a tree sitting…

11. Sitting Under the Mango Tree As I sit under the tall mango tree near my home, I feel the gentle breeze on my face, As I Listen to leaves rustling above me, I smell the faint sea breeze, I think of the far and and unforeseen future, A future of what could be, A future that I may or may not have control over, Or even a future I may not even see, A future far away from home, An adult future of my very own, What will I do? What would I have become?, The last of the sun’s rays shine bright…

fines, as a peaceful form of political protest.” Antigone and Julia Butterfly Hill both emanate this idea and are selfless women who have benefitted their communities for the greater good. Julia Butterfly Hill and Antigone are both humble women who make the effort to put others needs in front of their own. Julia Butterfly Hill is an environmental activist who, when the life of a tree was in jeopardy, decided to take the situation into her own hands. She lived in the tree for 758 days in harsh…

the atmosphere was marked by the stillness descending on the room. The conversation had stopped. Many of the diners looked as though they were shrinking like turtles into their jackets. Hoping they would not be singled out for a glance from the tall man, much less a few words. Martyn appeared to ignore them all. He directed Storm to a mezzanine floor and a single large table with two chairs. Storm seated himself opposite Martyn. A metal and glass pyramid sat on the roof outside the tall plate…

Reconciliation Interrupted by the faint sounds of birds chirping and grass swaying in the gentle breeze, the calming silence became a distant memory. As the birds flapped their wings, moving at the edge of the tiny meadow, from one tree to the next, they cast their shadows over the body of a small brown skinned, black haired girl. She lay on her back in the hilltop grass, facing directly up towards the almost blinding light of the afternoon sun. Her dark skin, holding a lively warm glow,…

texture sensations, rough in contrast to smooth, would have an effect on the participants’ impressions and decision making. In experiment 3, participants completed a puzzle either with a rough surface or a smooth surface before completing a reading they had to form an impression on (Ackerman et al., 2010). Study 4 was similar except in lieu of a reading, participants played an Ultimatum game. The last studies, 5 and 6, tested whether or not touch sensations involving hardness would affect a…

that peppermint brings back for me is my Grandma. My Grandma was an amazing woman, she always wore a certain perfume and still to this day I am not entirely sure what the perfume was but it had some type of peppermint fragrance to it. My Grandmother and I used to do everything together, whenever I walked into the house to sit and visit with her I would smell that hint of peppermint and know she was there even before I saw her smiling face. As a child I would spend a lot of time with my…

Shower chairs have been around almost as long as showers, but with trendy aging population, they may be turning into more famous than ever. Mobility challenges, scientific conditions, and lack of balance due to different motives are all making bathe chairs show up in increasing houses. The full range of latest corrosion-resistant substances can be used for the production of a bath chair. Some of the cheapest ones are crafted from desirable vintage plastic, which now is available in solid, thin…

and he is missing out on a beautiful smart girl. And as for your best friend, she wanted to end the pain, and she did it the only way she knew how.” Damon whispered in my ear as he hugged me. I nodded and looked at him, he did have a good point. But letting my best friend die is something I will never forgive about myself. He walked me out of the shop and I locked up. We said our goodbyes and I started to walk in the direction of my home. I walked for about a good ten minutes in the blistering…

It’s September 18th, 2016, and my nana and I are both sitting on my bed in which the sheets were still removed from getting washed earlier that day. She has short hair as dark as chocolate, and brown, loving eyes with circular gold frames around them that watched me as I prepared my questions. She had her signature coral lipstick on that she always wore so well. It’s an overcast, yet mildly warm day with the kind of clouds that are a smokey gray with a dash of sunlight emerging from behind them.…