Singing rain
I love the rain. It washes away stuff. Like the shower, the water washes my body while in the bath, the muck just stays floating in the water around you. This raining tree is an art installation in Singapore. Apparently,
Dutch-born artist Iepe B. T. Rubingh . . . says he uncovered the Singapore Miracle tree’s supernatural powers after ‘talking’ to it for three weeks. Inspired by traditional folklore, he believes that the rain from the tree cleanses one’s sins, cures diseases and acts as a kind of fountain of youth.That's why we need to cry. The tears wash away our sorrows. And so deep is the sorrow that cannot be washed away. And our eyes are dry of tears. We carry such sorrows with us.
The Singapore Biennale is the best thing to have happened in Singapore like since forever. My regret is that I missed most of it. Now that the exams are over, check it out. You will grow in directions you never thought possible.
When you are young, life is like rain. It soaks you until you can feel it seeping out through the pores. As you grow up, you may miss this rain. Instead of seeing the sun, you may see only the darkness or the starkness of life. Like water that falls on the mustard seed, the rain now is to help you grow into a tree that can withstand the rain coming down, the streams rising, and the winds blowing and beating.
I was struck by this parable when we read it again last wednesday. Building the house on rock is not appreciated nor even meaningful without the rain and the wind. And yet, in themselves, the rain and the wind are not evil things. It says something about the relationship of good and evil and why God "allows" evil that I cannot put into words.
This blog has been a desert for the last several weeks. I have been building this blog on rock but oh where is the rain and wind?
posted by brownpanda @ 8:00 am
4 Comments:
At 6:19 pm,
alchemist said…
Sometimes, the rock you build with matters. Deep reds, cool greys, threatening blues, stark whites, cheery honey-amber yellow... Various kinds of rock invite various kinds of deliberate response, as I'm sure you have experienced.
The rain and wind are pretty random though. And sometimes, the season is all wrong.
At 9:34 pm,
Anonymous said…
grin, as the other dd and i were ddiscussing, without the rain and wind, there would be no comparative sand (how to have sand without weathering?) on which to build a house on.
Indeed, there would be no need for a house at all if there was no weathering.
Indeed, would there be a rock at all?
At 3:00 pm,
brownpanda said…
Dear alchemist, all plants are in need of constant watering, especially when still budding. Your rain(bow) is noted and I shall seek the appropriate rock/s. Any pointers to garden paths into which I may wander to seek the rocks will be good (not to worry, all wanderings are pointless). And yes, I have noted the seasons, but still, the drought may last too long and the shoot is still tender.
Dear dd, indeed there will still be a rock. For it is the spinning of the rock that creates the wind, which is but made of very small rocks, which in turn are made of smaller rocks. The wind and the rain too are made of rocks and so we may sing praises to our rock of rocks.
At 9:06 pm,
Anonymous said…
lol! daddy...i wrote a diary entry of rocks once...to bad you'll never be able to read it cause it's in chinese =( such a terrible pity.
I am ddeeply amused by our resonances and parallel growths. we are like two radioactive rocks, feeding off the radioactive energies of each other to trigger great fission and fusion. =)
people may not see or recognise a difference sometimes, with all the interactions going on between us, but we're both really separate rocks. and you, my dd, are a dear, great, giant rock on whom many will build wonderful shelters =) =) =)
i'm so so proud of you today!!!!
lubchoo <3
"the wise man built his house upon a rock..."
~bubbles over with laughter and merriment in the presence of such radioactivity~
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