SBMA

Two works from the lovely Santa Barbara Museum of Art resonate with my experience bringing reflections on the religion of trees to the ISSRNC. On the one hand, it felt a little like the teeny tiny artist - painting a tree - oblivious to the all-enveloping weeping woman in David Alfaro Siqueiro's "The Aesthete in Drama" (1944); his canvas is about the size of each of her welling tears. Is focusing on trees irresponsible sentiment-ality in the face of climate catastrophe?

The other is contemporary Iraqi-American painter Vian Sora's magnificent canvas "Woodlands" (2020), an evocation (the caption explained) of the great forests of ancient Mesopotamia, continuing: A striking, tall form - a majestic tree - glows with the intensity of neon orange. Does its otherworldly hue signal the mythic power of a thriving forest, or does it gloomily foreshadow its eventual disappearance? 

 

The captioner thinks a later painting indicates the answer is the latter as the magnificent forests of Mesopotamia [were] decimated by deforestation and a cyclical climate that became hotter and drier. But maybe it's both. If our conference was full of gloom over human fecklessness, many of us reached out to other than human persons, not just as tragic victims of anthropogenic harm but as our necessary partners in the relationships which must be rebuilt and reimagined if we are to begin healing. Trees in particular are world-builders!

Ready for liftoff

 

On Santa Cruz Island yesterday

Crossing

The optional ISSRNC field trip to Santa Cruz Island was splendid!

ISSRNC'd

Apologies for radio silence this past week! I was enjoying a family reunion, then knocked out by military adventurism and its showboating sequel - and then drove up the coast to Santa Barbara for the meeting of the International Society for the Study of Religion, Nature, and Culture, which just wrapped up after three full days. Actually, we continue with an optional excursion to Santa Cruz Island tomorrow; after that I'll be able to devote some time to synthesizing the many rich and varied ISSRNC discussions...

Podcast blast from the past

I didn't dare! This was a wonky article I published a quarter century ago.

New life

In the middle of the boneyard (and this photo), a new Torrey Pine rises! 

 

Torrey Totoro was keeping watch!

Outlook

Torrey Pines Extension

Raising a flag

What was the news from America today? A wannabe generalissimo wasted tens of millions from the public purse for a lackluster military parade while five million citizens gathered across the nation to decry the slide into authoritar-ianism. Huzzah!

But the day began with the awful news that two lawmakers in Minnesota, Melissa Hortman and John Hoffman, and their spouses had been shot in their homes by a vigilante assassin, impersonating police. Getting into what he took to be the spirit of the moment, maybe the murderer thought he'd be rewarded with a presidential pardon. His vehicle contained a list of dozens of other targets, as well as No Kings rallies. No faux-king way.

Antibodies!

Saturday's going to be transformative. There will be gatherings everywhere, at every scale. It'll take time but we'll turn the tide.

Military dishonor

Stationing the military in a US city (not to mention against the wishes of the city's mayor and the state's governor) is another unspeakable outrage. But the effort to coopt the military for white supremacy, which seems to be the agenda for this stage of the hostile takeover of the US, takes other terrible forms, too. We know about the ways the unqualified Secretary of Defense gratuitously fired generals who weren't white men. We know he has ordered the erasing of the military's long history of racial and gender inclusion. 

And we knew that he was cynically restoring the names of military bases which had been stripped of the names of Confederate generals in response to the belated reckoning of BLM, dodging the law by finding other veterans who happened to have the same names to name them after instead - not that Bragg, that Hood, that Lee... nudge nudge wink wink. 

I hadn't thought about the veterans whose names they were using to skirt the law; my bad. This is desecration of the memory of the dead. But the absolute obscenity of this became clear to me today on reading about the president's explicitly championing Confederate names at a military base yesterday (in front of a hand-picked military audience). I read that to rename a Virginia base originally named after Confederate general A. P. Hill they are stealing the names of three other veterans. Renamed Fort Walker two years ago after Civil War surgeon and Medal of Honor recipient Mary Walker, it is now to be named (nudge nudge wink wink) after three figures who fought in North Carolina for the Union: Pvt. Bruce Anderson from New York, 1st Sgt. Robert A. Pinn and Lt. Col. Edward Hill from Michigan. Call them "A. P. Hill" for short. Nudge nudge wink wink.

I'm at a loss for words to express my outrage at this. These were men who fought to defeat the Confederacy, now coopted to commemorate a Confederate general? Two of them just to provide initials for this travesty?! Grinding these men's names up to make a Confederate golem is horrifying, even before we learn that First Sergeant Pinn served in the Colored Infantry. How many of those nudging and winking know of this desecration, smile at the South sneakily rising again? Shameless, disrespectful of the dead and so vile vile vile ...

Fecundity

Update on what's doing, and isn't doing, in the Lang courtyard maple

world - the broken spring sprig, and hopeful treelets among the gravel.

Under siege

"Occupation" was maybe still sort of a metaphor when she wrote this.

None of that

Thought we were done with the 'nones'? The latest analysis of the religiously unaffiliated in the US, who have been the subject of scrutiny and alarm for a dozen years now, proposes further subcategories with nifty names: 20% NiNOs, 36% SBNRs, 34% Dones, 10% Zealous Atheists.

Come "After Religion" next spring, we'll have to fold this analysis together with the story that religious disaffiliation has plateaued, the weird meme that this is because young men are going back to church, the claim that religion has become "obsolete" for US culture as a whole, and the latest Pew global religious landscape report, which swells the ranks of the unaffiliated by including most folks in China.

Pentecost

As another terrifying day of the carnage presidency unfolded this morning, our rector received applause after a sermon. We don't do applause (except for visitors sometimes) - that's not the point of preaching! - but it's happened once before recently (on Easter), and perhaps for the same reason. Both were characteristically rich and erudite sermons, but I think the applause was for the gift of forthrightly speaking the truth. After an account of the ways our liturgy reminds us that God keeps God's promises, a pause, then this: 

It’s intellectually dishonest and spiritually insulting to insist that all is well when all is quite patently not well. Given the destruction all around us I imagine that recently many of us have had some version of a conversation that includes the question, “how do we come back from this.” Understandable. And, with all due respect, our faith urges us to ask something different. Because bad times, good times, times of groovy neutrality - we never go back, ever. So the question before all of us becomes how do we move into something new...

Acknowledging hard truths - not just about the destruction unleashed all around, but about the reality that we can't make it go away - allows of true hope. 

And the next question, for people of faith, is how are we being called to go further and faster and more compassionately than we ever thought that we could in order to move with God around a space that provides, insists on, life for everyone?

Out of pain and grief come urgency and resolve. In response to destruction there can only be creation. Yet the work requires more than we think we're capable of. Do not the wicked hold all the cards? But today is Pentecost, and she ended by quoting some words of Annie Dillard's (which an internet search informs me are favorites also of Rowan Williams): 

On the whole, I do not find Christians, outside of the catacombs, sufficiently sensible of conditions. Does anyone have the foggiest idea what sort of power we blithely invoke? Or, as I suspect, does no one believe a word of it? The churches are children playing on the floor with their chemistry sets, mixing up a batch of TNT to kill a Sunday morning. It is madness to wear ladies' straw hats and velvet hats to church; we should all be wearing crash helmets. Ushers should issue life preservers and signal flares; they should lash us to our pews. For the sleeping god may wake someday and take offense, or the waking god may draw us to where we can never return. 

Whoosh. 

Annie Dillard, Teaching a Stone to Talk: Expeditions and Encounters (London, 1984), 40-41