Gods abundant provision for the ‘birds of the air’ that we read about in Matthew 6:26 has greeted us each day, as we turn into the Bield car park and see the rowan tree loaded with bright orange berries. As I meander around the grounds, and take in the diversity and breath of creation, I continue to be struck by both the extravagance of God, and at the same time, the attention to every small detail, and care for the smallest of plants and creatures.
One of the tallest trees in our garden (George did measure it a few years ago) is the Douglas fir, possibly planted from the same seed sent back from North America by David Douglas and planted at Scone. The tree stands tall towering over the Celtic cross, reaching far into the sky, its branches well out of reach, but at its base, it provides shelter and sustenance to two small trees, naturally grafted onto its roots and now laden with berries. Just one example of how the eco system works together, the strong taking care of the weak. This is nature nurturing nature.
One of the trees sprouting from the fir’s roots is another rowan tree, just a few feet tall, laden with berries far in excess of its stature. This image too speaks of the generosity of God in bring forth and nurturing fruit from our faithful endeavours. To the Celts the Rowan tree was a symbol of the hidden mysteries of nature and the quickening of the life force. Its ability to grow in the clefts of rock and other challenging places coupled with its plentiful crop of red berries each with a tiny 5-pointed star may have helped it to also gain a reputation for being a tree of protection. Legend has it that a rowan wand or walking stick will protect you from being harmed on a journey and bring spiritual enlightenment along your path.
As I pass this rowan tree several times a day, I pray that all those who wander here amongst the rowans and many other trees, might feel a sense of being special and cared for, and perhaps even encounter some spiritual enlightenment along the way.
Matthew 10:29-31 - Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.
Liz