In Easter week, the timetable becomes a bit fluid. A group of us went down to Oxford for a tour of the Bodleian library (150 miles of shelf space in its new book repository in Swindon, most of which will be taken up with editions of Barbara Cartland), with Exeter College (founded in the same year as Bannockburn) and other sites thrown in. I took the opportunity to go to the Ghost Forest outside the University Museum, at the other end of the spectrum from our whips. Ours are temperate broadleaf forest, as native as possible to the UK. The Ghost Forest comprises ten primary rainforest tree stumps from Ghana. Ours are thin and incipient. The Ghost Forest stumps are fallen trunkless giants. But they are/were all vulnerable, and they are highlighting sustainability.
The Ghost Forest "is intended to highlight the alarming depletion of the world's natural resources, and in particular the continued rate of deforestation. Today, a tropical forest the size of a football pitch is destroyed every four seconds, impacting on climate, biodiversity and the livelihoods of indigenous people. The trees in Ghost Forest - most of which fell naturally in storms - are intended to represent rainforest trees worldwide; the absence of their trunks is presented as a metaphor for the removal of the world's lungs caused through the loss of our forests."
We have admired and enjoyed these tree trunks in nearby Oxford from the day that they arrived. We are rather hoping that these trunks will remains there permanently as a grave reminder of the loss of our rain forests and to admire... they are absolutely beautiful..!
ReplyDelete"It is God's love that speaks to me in the birds and streams but also behind the clamor of the city God speaks to me in His judgments, and all these things are seeds sent to me from His will.
If they would take root in my liberty, and if His will would grow from my freedom, I would become the love that He is, and my harvest would be His glory and my own joy.
And I would grow together with thousands and millions of other freedoms into the gold of one huge field praising God, loaded with increase, loaded with corn."
Merton, Thomas. Seeds of Contemplation (Norfolk, CT: New Directions Books, 1949) 18