About

My name is Persephone Pearl. I live in Brighton, England. I co-direct Feral Theatre. Trees play an important part in my lived and dreamed life. I’ve kept this blog about trees for over five years on and off, and now I have decided to expand it to include all my creative writing.

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10 responses to “About

  1. Trees. Hmmmm. From food to shelter by way of fire these breathing capillaries reach so far into the earth our collective psyche its difficult to think of a humanity without them…

    Keep up the good work P!

    PS

    The ultimate tree story, in my opinion, would be Italo Calvino’s’the baron in the trees’ – essential reading for those who are barking mad…

  2. After finding myself searching Brighton for work and looking at my last 10 pounds from a budget that was supposed to last longer than 3 days but somehow got sucked into the city I decided to sit by a tree.

    I had this thought that I would find the perfect tree to be near for that particular afternoon with all its wobbely belly anxieties. I looked around the pavilion gardens and felt odd about the trees there. I started to imagine gardeners planing trees years ago for other peoples pleasure. I let this thought go.

    I realised that the tree is such a powerful and healing being. I lay under one of the biggest ones I could find and watched my anxieties sway away in the lush green branches. I felt so humble. Comforted. Rested.
    I think elbert einstien said that “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle”.

  3. Trees don’t talk to me but I talk to them, the way I talk to God despite not believing in one.

    It’s usually when I’m pensive or sad or distracted, then I’ll turn to one like a lost child and start a conversation, usually out loud without caring if they don’t answer back.

    This is rare. With people, I always want answers and will continue to ask until I’m satisfied. But with trees I prefer the silence, as if all the answers were contained therein.

    Love this idea Percy, so fresh and green and you.

    -Adorations, Annie

  4. Tree story if you want one?
    I have many.
    Most involve trees and people. Some just involve trees and me.

    Like the time when I was little we used to have a grove of pepper trees and some strange native in our tiny suburban backyard. By some stroke of luck they had grown all together and and created an almost flat canopy on top. It basically was a secret garden and a way for my brother and I to escape the terrible clutches of old people inside and, the real world. You could walk out the back door, look at the grey lean gravelly trunks and branches from the ground, climb up into them, scrap your skin getting through the think foliage layer and be on top of the world, hidden from the ground. Maybe this also gave us a glorious sense of being able to walk up there and not fall through? I dunno know. I just know it was really good fun and otherworldly and I still remember it now 22 years later. I still climb trees today.
    I now live in Broome in remote Northern West Australia and we have a lot of mango trees. Alot of people are allergic to the sap that they produce but not me. Once my parents came up to visit me and I put on a giant and debauch dinner party. Somewhere between dinner and desert dad and I got high together and decided to climb one of the trees, we reverted to how you are when your a kid, running away from everyone ‘down there’ giggling in a naughty fun kind of way. It was good and fun and once again the tree was there. Me and trees have some fun, I’ll tell you.

  5. All trees have a life term – tatty old apple trees, planted too near the wall & stealing all the light from the patch of lawn and flower beds near by, are not to be universally mourned. The executioner’s saw has been wielded at last. Thank heavens!!!

  6. You seem to think I am anti-tree. I am not really – it’s just that that damned apple tree had outgrown its welcome.

    When I’m dead & buried I shall be the compost for a hardwood tree native to the British Isles. I’d hankered after nourishing a Japanese Maple, of which there are many especially the Palmatum Dissectum Atropurpureums – but they dont qualify as entrants to the Forests of the Future. But I’ll be dead and wont have much choice in the matter!

    On Holy Isle, near Arran, we have some trees. Maybe we can go there sometime. While I’m still alive!

    In Devon too we have some trees – actually we have a hundred! Perhaps we can go there too.

    Oh yes – it’s a general thumbs up for trees, but I’m a pragmatist too.

    Lovely stories. Lovely story teller.

  7. Dearest tree
    Your bark will encircle you again and your roots will quickly send out new searching tendrils once you have been re-planted into a more nourishing soil. There may be a dormant period when nothing very obvious is to be seen but the winter will be short and then in your Spring the sap will be able to rise and new green shoots and many many flowers will follow. You just need a bit of protection against cold, wind and too much or too little water! Let others gardeners in your life help!
    xxxx

  8. I wrote this this morning: “I don’t think I’ll ever see, a poem more beautiful than a tree.”

    I’m thinking of turning it into a sonnet.

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