Reflection: ‘Mystical motion: designed to flourish’
Astonishingly trees can turn water, gravel, salts and minerals into fluoro-green-tipped buds. Hardly budging, they suck up to 1,000 kilos of water on a summer’s day, which can climb at a rate of 45 metres per hour. In a single season, an adult elm tree can produce 6 million leaves and an average apple tree up to 1½ times my weight in fruit. A tree appears so inert, all the while aerobically stretching, sweating and flinging out its flourishing, green fringe.
Mystical motion — like wind in a tree; metaphor meets metaphor. The wind of the Spirit: you hear its sound, but you can’t tell where it comes from or where it is going. I’m told that if you put a stethoscope on the trunk of a hardwood tree in Spring you can hear it snap, burble and churn.
In my recent Tree Tale installation, I attempted to express this wind of the Spirit in several ways:
- mobiles made of thin wooden discs and wire (titled: Perichoresis meaning the dance of love) sway in and out of sync with each other; and
- drinking straw-blown watercolour paintings of Liquidambar roots, trunk, and foliage (titled: Ruah—ancient Hebrew meaning vital breath/wind/air/spirit).
Exhausted after blowing three paintings, I have a greater appreciation for the lively work of the Spirit!
Prayer:
Blow in and through us Spirit of God. Catch us up your dance of love, in your lively wind, at loose in your church and at large in your world.