μονογενης

There is nothing that can be compared to a Gang-gang Cockatoo.  On the one hand they are stunningly beautiful, on the other hand they are a bit weird, a bit funny, maybe even a bit ridiculous with their strange little crests.  I painted the cockatoo before I had a background, and boy did I have a hard time finding a suitable background – a place where this unique bird would look at home…that was until I saw this tree, it was a perfect match!  To me even the crest and the flowers look the same.  Have you ever felt that you are at the wrong place at the wrong time?  That you do not fit in with the crowd? That everybody around you are large, sleek white cockatoos with long yellow crests and you are a little grey cockatoo with a funny red crest?  Maybe you are not weird but rather unique!  Maybe you should move on to where you feel at home, a place where even the flowers look like you…

The second challenge I had with this unique painting of a unique bird was to find a unique name.  What name could be more suitable than “μονογενής”? This word can be used in different ways but one definition is “pertaining to being the only one of its kind or class, unique and special”.

For those that are interested in languages, the following quote using “μονογενής” is one of the most widely known in history and was written over 1900 years ago: “Ούτως γάρ ηγάπησεν ο θεός τόν κόσμον, ώστε τόν υιόν τόν μονογενή έδοκεν, ίνα πάς ο πιστεύων εις αυτόν μή απόληται αλλ’ έχη ζωήν αιώνιον.

The race

When I am spending hours working on a painting I often think about life.  These silver gulls always seem to be chasing after something.  When they get there they often find that there wasn’t much there after all and they start chasing after something else again – the cycle is endless.  It reminded me of the words of a very wise king from long ago.  He was talking about a lot of things in life that are worthless. “Chasing after the wind” he called it.  When you look at this painting you will see that these gulls are coming out of the darkness into the light.  When I noticed this I thought: Wow! If all our pursuits in life take us out of the darkness and into the light it is worth it all!  May we all stop chasing the wind and pursue the light…

Keeping the distance

How close is too close?  I had the privilege to follow this magnificent stallion on foot on a crisp winter’s morning.  When I got too close he would lazily move away.  No stress, no excitement.  He knew exactly how far away is far enough and how close is too close.  I find it facinating to watch them do the same thing with predators.  To have the discernment to identify the lion in the first place and then the persistence in staying alert and to keep moving away is a wonderful ability.  I suppose that one person’s lion might look different from that of the next.  Should we get all worked up and stressed about everything that is out there or should we learn from the zebra and enjoy the lush grass and the early morning sun but make sure not to give any lion a place in our lives?

Lion’s eyes

 A lion’s eyes are designed to function in darkness.  Lions can move around with ease in the dead of night when we would be stumbling around.  When some animals are anxiously waiting for the break of dawn, they are out hunting, enjoying life, doing all the things that lions like to do.  “The eyes are the windows to the soul” or ” The eye is the lamp of the body”.  If we could always have the windows of a lion!  When people around us see only darkness, we would see some light!  When there is only gloom we could share the joy! “If your eyes are healthy your whole body will be full of light.”  May all our eyes be opened like those of a lion and may we be filled with light in the darkest of circumstances…

At the source…

There are fleeting moments in life when we notice something small but out of the ordinary – only later to realise that we have witnessed something very special…

It was a beautiful morning.  There was a shower the night before and everything smelled fresh and clean.  I was surrounded by birds of all kinds of shapes, sizes and colours.  There was a midmorning excitement with lots of interaction, loud calls and greetings as birds kept on arriving from far-away roosting sites.

The large dam in front of me seemed to be the focus of it all.  The surface had a beautiful blue-green shimmer and everybody had their turn scooping up water to quench their thirst after the long night…maybe not quite everybody?

To my left were a few birds hanging around on a pipe coming from a windmill.  When the windmill started creaking and turning in the breeze the first bird shuffled to the edge of the pipe expectantly.  Suddenly there was a stream of crystal clear water gushing out from deep within the earth.  It was only then that I realised that they have been waiting for the wind to blow all along.  They wanted to drink from the source itself!  I have no doubt that the beautiful blue-green water from the dam would have been refreshing…but here were a few individuals that knew that there was something even better!

Is it possible that there is something more than the everyday, mainstream, out-in-the-open, comfortable, everybody-is-drinking-it way of life?  Imagine a source of pure life-giving water.  We might need to look for it.  When we find it, we might need to listen to the wind.  When we can’t see the water flowing immediately, we would still need to believe that it is there and that its is coming.  We might need to persist.  We might need to wait. We might need to dare to be different.

May all of us be at the source when the wind starts blowing.  May all of us hear the water gushing from deep within.  May all of us taste the life giving water – never to thirst again!