Poppy Contemplations

Poppy contemplations:

Where once one grew, its milk-white bud glowing in the gloom of the forest, now five cluster. Frail beauties they seem to be, their petals soon to be torn away by the winds of spring, but few other plants outside of the evergreen tribe dare to be awake this time of the year.

My book tells me that this precocious plant with the unlovely name of bloodroot (Sanguinaria canadensis) resides in the Poppy family, Papaveracea. Poppies are a potent clan, rivaling perhaps only Solanaceae (think tobacco) and Apiaceae (think poison hemlock) in their possession of potent alkaloids.

My book also tells me that Papaveraceae haunts mainly the Northern hemisphere -- which I find interesting ...


... It means that the prototype of the family diverged from its closest ancestor after Gondwanaland (the jigsaw puzzle of Earth's continents) broke up, with the infamous opium poppies colonizing Eurasia while lesser known bloodroot spread through Eastern North America.

Nature inspires so many questions but she keeps her secrets well. Where do you fit into the story of evolution, little bloodroot flower? Why was it advantageous for you here in Eastern America to bloom in palest white whilst your West Coast sisters dress in gold and your Old World kin wear deepest crimson?

You are plants adapted to the harsh continental winters, unfazed by chilly springs but retiring before the blistering heat of summer. You are no lovers of tropical lands. Were your days of greatest glory our Ice Age -- did our first human ancestors look out of their caves to gaze in awe upon fields of your blooms?

The story that iguanas tell

http://siteslab.byu.edu/Portals/25/docs/Publications/Noonan-SitesAmNat%2710.pdf

So most of us know that the islands of the Pacific are either volcanoes that emerged from the ocean floor or atolls of ancient coral. I did not know until today that two of them, however, formed in a completely different way. Tonga and Fiji were actually part of an ancient supercontinent, which is now submerged except for them. And lizards help provide the evidence!

Psalm 122

“I rejoiced
when they said unto me,
‘We are going to the House of the Lord.’

Our feet stood inside your gates, O Jerusalem,
Jerusalem built up, a city knit together,
to which the tribes would make pilgrimage,
the tribes of the Lord,
-- as was enjoined upon Israel –
to praise the name of the Lord.

There the thrones of judgment stood,
thrones of the house of David.

Pray for the well-being of Jerusalem;
‘May those who love you be at peace.
May there be well-being within your ramparts,
peace in your citadels.’

For the sake of my kin and friends,
I pray for your well-being;
for the sake of the house of the Lord our God,
I seek your good.”

- Psalm 122

(photo from wikitravel.org)

The celestial yeshiva

"Behold, my brethren, do ye suppose that such an one [a wicked soul] can have a place to sit down in the kingdom of God, with Abraham, with Isaac and with Jacob, and also all the holy prophets whose garments are cleansed and are spotless, pure and white?" Alma 5:24.


There is often so much more to scripture than the casual reader ever catches. The late LDS scholar Hugh Nibley cited this verse in Approaching Zion, p. 585, noting that "sitting down" is literally the meaning in English of the famous Hebrew yeshiva. A gathering together of holy men to contemplate and discuss the sacred word.


What Alma speaks of in this passage might be termed the celestial yeshiva. I wonder if, trained up at the feet of his father Alma the Elder, with stories of the latter's early life in the court of the loathsome King Noah, he thought as he wrote these words of Noah's counterfeit yeshiva. The priests of Noah "spent the greater part of their days studying and teaching iniquity" but convinced themselves somehow that they were great scholars of the Mosaic law. Even dared to think of themselves as fulfillment of the Isaiahic prophecy, "How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that publisheth peace."

Scripture study: Psalms 120: 5-7

Psalms 120:5-7:
"Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech
that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!
My soul hath long dwelt
with him that hateth peace.
I am for peace: but when I speak
they are for war."


Psalms 120 is the first so-called "Song of Degrees." I like the suggestion by one Bible scholar that the fifteen psalms thusly designated may have been chanted by the Jewish priests as the pilgrims ascended the fifteen steps to the temple, one psalm per step.


Christian scholar Stephen Kaung suggests that the Songs of Degrees also lay out the believer's journey of conversion.


In Psalms 120, the soul who is becoming spiritually reborn, becomes disturbed as he surveys his sinful environment. Old ways and sometimes even old friends, no longer appeal.


Mesech, believed to have been in Anatolia (cf. also Herodotus III:94, Moschi or Tibarenes), and Kedar, a people in Arabia descended from Ishmael,(Gen 25:13,) were proverbial as places beyond civilization; barbarous and savage.

Of the Creation Hymn

The great saga of Genesis is called the Creation Hymn, beautiful in its imagery and rhythm. How fascinating to discover that imagery and those rhythms in other passages of scripture that reference the creation story. Thus, Jacob 4. “For behold, by the power of his word man came upon the face of the earth, which earth was created by the power of his word …” Today, however, I realized that Alma’s great sermon in Alma 5 is such an hymn – but of re-birth, re-creation. It uses the same words as Genesis to discuss the spiritual re-creation of mankind – and I am sure the decision was deliberate. “Have you received his image in your countenance …” It is in His image that we were created. His light shone upon the waters of creation, and it shines again in the reborn soul. “… Have your deeds been deeds of righteousness upon the face of the earth?” Alma asks. That expression, “face of the earth,” Hebrew “penye eretz,” first appears in the Creation Hymn.

Visualizing God

"Although every intellect as such is capable of apprehending the whole range of being," wrote Duns Scotus, that tremendous quality of being capax Dei, capable of (the vision of) God , is what made man as seen by Scotus the whole man of the Renaissance, of whom Pico della Mirandola was to cry, " L'anime mi s'aggrandisce (my soul swells!) -- Anne Fremantle, The Age of Belief.