{"id":17469,"date":"2014-03-27T00:01:26","date_gmt":"2014-03-27T07:01:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/barbarafalconernewhall.com\/?p=17469"},"modified":"2014-03-27T00:01:26","modified_gmt":"2014-03-27T07:01:26","slug":"dead-stuff-which-i-will-be-too-one-of-these-days","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/dead-stuff-which-i-will-be-too-one-of-these-days\/","title":{"rendered":"Dead Stuff \u2013 Which I Will Be Too One of These Days"},"content":{"rendered":"
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An acorn wedged into a crack in a dying valley oak tree at Bishop’s Ranch: Dead stuff — which I will be too one of these days. Photo by BF Newhall<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

By Barbara Falconer Newhall<\/em><\/p>\n

The fifth-century Saint Jerome kept a human skull on his desk to remind him of his mortality \u2013 memento mori<\/em>.\u00a0 But if you\u2019re like me and you like to take walks in the woods, you don\u2019t need a skull taking up space on your desk to remind you that sooner or later everything dies, including you. That\u2019s because the woods are full of dead stuff.<\/p>\n

There\u2019s the tree, for example, that I spotted as I set out a couple of weeks ago on what I thought was going to be a brisk walk in the woods at Bishop\u2019s Ranch, the Episcopal Diocese of California\u2019s<\/a> retreat center deep in Sonoma wine country.<\/p>\n

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Memento mori: The valley oak in question stands alongside a cow pasture. Photo by BF Newhall<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

The tree was a valley oak<\/a>, I learned later. It had up-reaching branches, deeply lobed leaves, and elongated acorns. It was standing there \u2013 alive but mostly dead \u2013 at the trailhead as I began my hike.<\/p>\n

Its trunk was a pallid gray in some places, a rich, rotten brown in others. It seemed to be a goner \u2013 except for two fresh limbs, awash with leaves, growing from the decay on one side of its trunk.<\/p>\n

I stopped for a closer look. The live part of the tree was pretty, but the dead part was interesting<\/em>, and riddled with life.<\/p>\n

On the side of the trunk nearest the trail, for example, grew a lush, inch-deep patch of moist, green moss. Inches away, on another side of the tree, flat pink and purple mushrooms had sprouted one atop the other, like dirty dishes stacked in the kitchen sink. Still farther around the tree, a weird lump of fungus pooched out from a crack like a hunk of gorgonzola.<\/p>\n

I walked around and around the tree, discovering something new and vigorous with each pass. Another hiker joined me \u2013 we were on a women\u2019s retreat at Bishop\u2019s Ranch, and back home she was taking horticulture classes.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is the phloem,\u201d she said pointing to a spot where the bark had fallen away, exposing the<\/p>\n

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A lump of fungus found a home. Photo by BF Newhall<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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A stack of purple-edged mushrooms. Photo by BF Newhal<\/em>l<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

tree\u2019s innards. \u201cThe phloem takes nutrients from the leaves to the rest of the tree. And this,\u201d she said, \u201cwould be the xylem, which brings water up from the roots.\u201d<\/p>\n

My companion was as taken with this tree as I. Together we circumambulated it. Around and around we went, inspecting this, puzzling over that.<\/p>\n

\u201cLook here,\u201d she said. On the back side of the tree, weirdly enough, were a dozen or so of the tree\u2019s own acorns tucked into cracks and holes in its core. In some places the cracks had been expanded into holes. \u201cWoodpeckers, I\u2019m pretty sure.\u201d<\/p>\n

A few more circles around the tree and my companion resumed her hike. I lingered on, fascinated by how truly dead and rotten the old tree was \u2013 and how aggressively other life forms were feeding on its helplessness.<\/p>\n

For some, this old oak might serve as an upbeat meditation on the eternal cycle of life and death. Life endures, or so the thinking goes. Life lives on; rotten oak trees become nurseries for fungi, mold, burrowing insects, and the next generation of valley oaks. Ruptures in a tree trunk become opportunities for enterprising woodpeckers.<\/p>\n

Yes, life goes on. But not for that tree, and not for me. That tree will be dead one of these days \u2013 and so will I.<\/p>\n

Why did Saint Jerome keep a skull on his desk? To remind him of death, of\u00a0 the terrors of hell \u2013 and the sinful temptations of his body and this world.<\/p>\n

Why do I write an essay on the deadness in my future? Why do I drag myself and my readers through the Valley of the Shadow of Death? (If you\u2019re still with me, that is, and you haven\u2019t moved on to sunnier thoughts.)<\/p>\n

I do the memento mori<\/em> thing not to berate myself with how sinful and tempted and demented I am. Not at all. Jerome got it wrong, in my opinion. No, I take note of dead stuff in order to wake myself up, to remind myself that I\u2019m actually alive, right now, in this world.<\/p>\n

A couple of weeks ago I was walking around on planet Earth, inspecting and photographing the<\/p>\n

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Dead stuff. Photo by BF Newhal<\/em>l<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

heck out of a half-dead tree \u2013 and having a blast doing it. Today, I\u2019m back in my writing studio, still on Earth, poring over my photos and being entertained by that oak tree all over again.<\/p>\n

These moments, this particular moment in the world wherein I find myself gazing into a computer monitor, my shoulders aching a bit, my eyes going bleary \u2013 it\u2019s gotta be some kind of miracle. A gift from somewhere, or something. As I see it, my only obligation, if I have one at all, is to open my eyes and lungs enough to take it in.<\/p>\n

More wrestling with God stories at “Why Pray? Some Thoughts From Karen Armstrong”<\/a> and “Christianity (Some of It) Is Bunk.”<\/a>\u00a0 But if you’re feeling the need for some levity right now, try “How Do You Play With a Barbie Doll?”
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The fifth-century Saint Jerome kept a human skull on his desk to remind him of his mortality \u2013 memento mori. But if you\u2019re like me and you like to take walks in the woods, you don\u2019t need a skull taking up space on your desk to remind you that sooner or later everything dies, including you. That\u2019s because the woods are full of dead stuff. Read more.<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":17501,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[1185,187,34,1186,88,91,750,713,727,53],"class_list":["post-17469","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-my-rocky-spiritual-journey","tag-bishops-ranch","tag-death","tag-dont-miss","tag-memento-mori","tag-nature","tag-religion-and-spirituality","tag-spiritual-journeys","tag-st-jerome","tag-trees","tag-wrestling-with-god"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17469","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17469"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17469\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17469"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17469"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17469"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}