Astronauts, Companioning Philosophy, environment, ethereal, family, Father, God, Jesus, Mother, nature, nature's fury, Rembrandt, Stormy nights, The Father the Son and the Holy Ghost, The three trees by Rembrandt, three generations, Trees
23rd June, 2000 | 8:40 – 9:07
Threesome in a stormy night.
Who they be – I fail to understand.
The first impression is of
three astronauts floating
over the moon in a
ghostly night of a strong gale.
They move, they lurch,
they bend, they perch –
but have their feet firmly
rooted to the ground.
They are very down to earth.
Then, the three sometimes seem
to be a family of three –
the Father, the Mother,
and the Child – shortest in height,
yet full of vigor, full of movement.
The Father stands the Tallest –
sometimes leading, sometimes guiding –
His Hands on Her Shoulder,
comforting Her, consoling Her,
The Mother, in Her leafy hood looks like
a Follower, enjoying the bliss of His Love;
a perfect protector of the Son,
transferring His Love to Him –
the One frolicking in Her green cradle,
trying to Arise above the ground
to which they are rooted.
The three – do they represent three generations?
The oldest, the middle-aged, and the new?
The oldest – most mature, most humble –
bends before His strength.
The one not-so-mature, unsure,
bends a bit – retaining some ego.
The immature is unwilling to bend,
but can’t remain stiff.
The Father sways him back-and-forth –
he has to learn to bend, and to bend to learn.
The three trees assume figures
so accountable, so visual,
yet, so unreal, so ethereal.
For more on the Companioning Philosophy, refer to http://www.centerforloss.com/companioning-philosophy/
The image used is a painting by Rembrandt Harmensz. van Rijn. Details are available at: http://www.artgallery.nsw.gov.au/collection/works/8131/
Thanks for the perfect image Rembrandt! RIP!