Pomegranate - ancient, sacred fruit

 Pomegranate - ancient, sacred fruit 

Pomegranates represent fertility, but also a pause in fertility

—in myth and in life.

Dr Abe V Rotor

Living with Nature School on Blog

  

Two common varieties of pomegranate locally called granada or grenade for the shape and interior of the fruit; the flower is popularly the design of royal crowns in ancient times, which is still popular today.

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The pomegranate, botanical name Punica granatum, is a fruit-bearing deciduous shrub or small tree growing between 5–8 meters tall. The pomegranate is widely considered to have originated in Iran and has been cultivated since ancient times.

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I remember the pomegranate trees dad planted around the house. The bright red flowers resembled a royal crown that breaks the dull landscape, especially in summer. The fruits dangle almost to the ground we children can pick when ripe.

The fully ripe fruit easily cracks and spills some seeds like a grenade, a botanical phenomenon called dehiscence. It is for this, together with the shape of the fruit that the plant earned its name. Oh, how we kids loved to eat the fleshy seeds, then force them out when spent like blowgun and start a war as ancient as the history of the plant itself.

Pomegranate is a very old crop probably first domesticated in Persia, modern day Iran. From there it spread throughout the Middle East, then to Asia, the Americas, and to other tropical countries.

But it was the Greeks who treasured its myth. To them, it was pomegranate that caused the seasons. In a shortened version, Hades, god of the underworld, kidnapped Persephone to be his wife, and to keep her from returning to her mourning mother on earth, he deceived her into eating six seeds of the sacred but fatal fruit. In her deep sorrow Persephone's mother, Demeter ceased in giving life to earth for six months which represents the dry season, and were it not for the intervention of Zeus, the earth would have been totally lifeless the whole year.

The ancient Greeks regarded pomegranate as the "fruit of the dead," and to appease the gods, gave importance to it at weddings and funerals. It is traditional to them to break a pomegranate on the ground at weddings and on New Year. Pomegranate decors abound their homes and buildings. To this day we can find their influence to art through Renaissance Europe, finding its way to the Philippines during the 400-year Spanish colonization.

There are other myths associated with pomegranate. The ancient Egyptians regarded the pomegranate as a symbol of prosperity and ambition. Goddess Hera is sometimes represented offering the pomegranate. Even among Christians, the pomegranate is regarded as sacred, symbolized by Mary and her child Jesus holding a pomegranate. In many countries it is a practice that when one buys a new home, it is conventional for a house guest to bring as a first gift a pomegranate, which is placed at the home altar, as a symbol of abundance, fertility and good luck.

Pomegranate in the hands of Madonna and Child

Pomegranate was the symbol of fertility in ancient Persian culture. In Persian Mythology, Isfandiyar eats a pomegranate and becomes invincible. In the Greco-Persian Wars, Herodotus the Greek historian, mentions golden pomegranates adorning the spears of warriors in the phalanx. Even in today's Iran, pomegranate may imply love and fertility.

Iran produces pomegranates as a common crop. Its juice and paste have a role in some Iranian cuisines, e.g. chicken, ghormas and refreshment bars. Pomegranate skins may be used to stain wool and silk in the carpet industry. Pomegranate Festival is an annual cultural and artistic festival held during October in Tehran to exhibit and sell pomegranates, food products and handicraft.

To the Chinese pomegranate is a symbol

 of long life and fertility

In some Hindu traditions, the pomegranate (hindi: Beejapuram, literally: replete with seeds) symbolizes prosperity and fertility. So with the Chinese.

But what made pomegranate popular worldwide?
Medical science found its many benefits to health that it is virtually an elixir, a panacea. First, let’s take a cursory look at its nutritional value

Nutrition Facts of Pomegranate per 100 grams

Calories 83 % Daily Value*
Total Fat 1.2 g 1%
Saturated fat 0.1 g 0%
Polyunsaturated fat 0.1 g
Monounsaturated fat 0.1 g
Cholesterol 0 mg 0%
Sodium 3 mg 0%
Potassium 236 mg 6%
Total Carbohydrate 19 g 6%
Dietary fiber 4 g 16%
Sugar 14 g
Protein 1.7 g 3%
Vitamin A 0% Vitamin C 17%
Calcium 1% Iron 1%
Vitamin D 0% Vitamin B-6 5%
Vitamin B-12 0% Magnesium 3%
*Per cent Daily Values are based on a 2,000 calorie diet. Your daily values may be higher or lower depending on your calorie needs. FeedbackSources include: USDA

Metabolites of pomegranate juice ellagitannins (urolithins) localize specifically in the prostate gland, colon, and intestinal tissues of mice, leading to clinical studies of pomegranate juice or fruit extracts for efficacy against several diseases.
In 2013, 44 clinical trials were registered with the National Institutes of Health to examine effects of pomegranate extracts or juice consumption on a variety of human disorders, including:

· prostate cancer
· prostatic hyperplasia
· diabetes
· lymphoma
· rhinovirus infection
· common cold
· oxidative stress in diabetic hemodialysis
· atherosclerosis
· coronary artery disease
· infant brain injury
· hemodialysis for kidney disease
· male infertility
· aging
· memory
· pregnancy complications
· osteoporosis
· erectile dysfunction

Reference: Wikipedia, other Internet sources, Living with Nature Series, AVRotor

Among the recommended fruits we should include to popularize in the Philippines - among the common fruits on the backyard and in the market - is pomegranate. Lately we came to realize its importance to senior citizens, especially those taking maintenance medicine. Its medicinal and nutritive properties indeed makes it worthy to be elevated as “sacred” as the Greeks and other cultures held for centuries - and up to the present.

Our pomegranate trees at home stood the test of time in the absence of caretakers. We left for our studies in Manila, and when dad died, the backyard gave way to other plants. Lately my wife brought home a big pomegranate (first photo, top). “I will plant the seeds,” I said, remembering the beautiful pomegranate trees of my childhood at home in San Vicente (IS). I waited for the seeds to germinate. After almost a month one seed germinated. To me it is new hope for the young generation. I proudly showed it to my children and grandchildren and related a long story that actually started with the ancient Greeks. ~

Seedling of pomegranate - ancient and sacred, 

elixir and secret of long life.

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Pomegranate is used in cooking, baking, juices, smoothies and alcoholic beverages, such as martinis and wine.

The rind of the fruit and the bark of the pomegranate tree is used as a traditional remedy against diarrhea, dysentery and intestinal parasites. The seeds and juice are considered a tonic for the heart and throat, and classified as having bitter-astringent taste plus a range of taste from sweet to sour, depending on ripeness. Thus Pomegranate is considered a healthful counterbalance to a diet high in sweet-fatty (kapha or earth) components. *

Lesson on former Paaralang Bayan sa Himpapawid (People's School-on-Air) with Ms Melly C Tenorio 738 DZRB AM Band, 8 to 9 evening class, Monday to Friday

The Sound of Nature - Classical music is patterned after natural music.

The Sound of Nature

Classical music is patterned after natural music.

Also visit Naturalism- the Eighth Sense

Dr Abe V Rotor

The Sound of Nature in acrylic by AVRotor, 2016

The greatest composers are nature lovers – Beethoven, Mendelssohn, Chopin, Rachmaninoff, and our own Abelardo, Molina, Santiago, and San Pedro, to name a few. 

Beethoven, the greatest naturalist among the world’s composers was always passionately fond of nature, spending many long holidays in the country. Always with a notebook in his pocket, he scribbled down ideas, melodies or anything he observed. It was this love of the countryside that inspired him to write his famous Pastoral Symphony. 

If you listen to it carefully, you can hear the singing of birds, a tumbling waterfall and gamboling lambs. Even if you are casually listening you cannot miss the magnificent thunderstorm when it comes in the fourth movement.

Nature's music in the treetops in acrylic by AV Rotor

Lately the medical world took notice of Mozart music and found out that the music of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart music can enhance brain power. In a test conducted, a student who listened to the Sonata in D major for Two Pianos performed better in spatial reason. Mozart music was also found to reduce the frequency of seizure among coma patients, improved the interaction of autistic children, and is a great help to people who are suffering of Alzheimer’s disease. The proponents of Mozart’s music call this therapeutic power Mozart Effect.

What really is this special effect? A closer look at it shows similar therapeutic effect with many sounds like the noise of the surf breaking on the shore, rustling of leaves in the breeze, syncopated movement of a pendulum, cantabile of hammock, and even in the silence of a cumulus cloud building in the sky. 

 Melodies in cycles, in acrylic by AV Rotor

It is the same way Mozart repeated his melodies, turning upside down and inside out which the brain loves such a pattern, often repeated regularly every 20 to 20 seconds. This is about the same length of time as brain-wave patterns and those that govern regular bodily functions such as breathing and walking. It is this frequency of patterns in Mozart music that moderates irregular patterns of epilepsy patients, tension-building hormones, and unpleasant thoughts.

No one tires with the rhythm of nature – the tides, waves, flowing rivulets, gusts of wind, bird songs, the fiddling of crickets, and the shrill of cicada. In the recesses of a happy mind, one could hear the earth waking up in spring, laughing in summer, yawning in autumn and snoring in winter – and waking up again the next year, and so on ad infinitum.

Music of Sunrise on the Pond 

in acrylic by AVRotor

There is more enchantment in ethnic music than in modern music. Each kind of music has its own quality, but music being a universal language, definitely has commonalities. For example, the indigenous lullaby, quite often an impromptu, has a basic pattern with that of Brahms’s Lullaby and Lucio San Pedro’s Ugoy ng Duyan (Sweet Sound of the Cradle). The range of notes, beat, tone, expression - the naturalness of a mother half-singing, half-talking to her baby, all these create a wholesome effect that binds maternal relationship, brings peace and comfort, care and love.

Serenades from different parts the world have a common touch. Compare Tosselli’s Serenade with that of our Antonio Molina’s Hating Gabi (Midnight) and you will find similarities in pattern and structure, exuding the effect that enhances the mood of lovers. This quality is more appreciated in listening to the Kundiman (Kung Hindi Man, which means, If It Can’t Be). Kundiman is a trademark of classical Filipino composers, the greatest of them, Nicanor Abelardo. His famous compositions are

· Bituin Marikit (Beautiful Star)
· Nasaan Ka Irog (Where are You My Love)
· Mutya ng Pasig (Muse of the River Pasig)
· Pakiusap (I beg to Say)

War drums on the other hand, build passion, heighten courage, and prepare the mind and body to face the challenge. It is said that Napoleon Bonaparte taught only the beat of forward, and never that of retreat, to the legendary Drummer Boy, a bold version of the original piece. ~

Pondscape in acrylic by AV Rotor.  Try to compose a melody to capture the ambiance of this painting.

Home Garden as Insect Laboratory (San Vicente Botanical Garden Series)

San Vicente Botanical Garden

Home Garden as Insect Laboratory

Dr Abe V Rotor

Living with Nature School on Blog 

NOTE: Entomology (study of insects) is best studied in the field in order to gain on-site and hands-on experience. A school garden, such as the former Eco Sanctuary of Saint Paul University QC, UST Botanical Garden Manila, Miriam College ecological garden QC, serve the purpose for regular field work. Ideally, schools with sprawling campuses are ideal. Ateneo de Manila University for one, and University of the Philippines Diliman, and of course, UP Los Banos in Laguna. I wrote this article at the former Eco Sanctuary of SPUQC sometime in the 1998.

Daddy-long-legs, relative of the mosquito, quakes continuously when at rest by swaying its body back and forth in all directions, causing blurred view to a would-be attacker, and mesmerizing a potential prey. In the open, such optical illusion is enhanced by the shadow of the moving organism. Note the hind pair of wings reduced into halteres or balancer, characteristic of Dipterans. There is another kind of daddy-long-legs which belongs to Arachnida.

With increasing population, traffic and commerce all around a community, there is one place, a garden, that offers a wildlife sanctuary, specially insects. Here they live freely in the trees and shrubs, on annuals, inside the greenhouses, around the ponds, in loamy soil, and in the shade of buildings, and even visit homes seeking a suitable abode.

I have the feeling that of all animals, insects are the most adapted to the varied aspects of human activities, from the sound of hurrying feet to soft echoes of prayer and hymns – and loud music. When there are humans around, insects feed on morsels, paper and crayons, drink on fruit juices and beer. They aestivate in flower pots and boxes to tide with the harsh summer months. Or hibernate when the cold Siberian High comes. I think Pavlov’s conditioned learning works with insects as well.

 Interestingly, as an entomologist, I have been monitoring the insects in some gardens, listing down a good number of species that include those not readily found elsewhere. These include a giant click beetle, a rhinoceros beetle with horns resembling a triceratops, Ficus pollinating wasp, leaf-curling thrips of ikmo, long horned grasshoppers, sulfur and Papilio butterflies.

A brood of black stink bug nymphs, Order Hemiptyera, on sweet potato which dried up as a consequence of their feeding.  Stink bugs suck thje sap of their host plant.  

Well, it is a fact that there is no escape from insects - good or bad ones. In terms of species, there are 7 insects out of 10 animal’s organisms of earth. Insects comprise 800,000 kinds and scientists estimate that their kin - lobster shrimps, spiders, ticks, centipedes, millipedes and scorpions if these were to be added, the phylum to which they all belongs, Phylum Arthropoda, would comprise 80 percent of all animals organisms. To compare, plants make up only one-half million species.

What secrets have insects in dominating the animal world, and surpassing the geologic history of dinosaurs, fishes, mammals and even some mollusks?

Well look at the ants, termites, and bees, the so-called social insects. Their caste system is so intact and strict that is was long regarded as a model of man’s quest for a perfect society. It inspired the building of highly autocratic empires like Egyptian and Roman Empires, and the monarchial Aztecs, Inca and Mayan civilizations.

Antlion's traps. The predatory larva of this Neuropteran (Dendroleon obsoletum) lies buried at the bottom of the pit waiting for an unwary ant to fall and become its meal. The adult resembles the damselfly. 

Take the case of the butterflies and moths. Their active time is not only well defined - diurnal or nocturnal, but their food is highly specific to a plant or group of plants and their parts. Their life cycles allow either accelerated or suspended metamorphosis depending on the prevailing conditions of the environment, a feat no other animal can do more efficiently.

One time my students gathered around me by the ponds. There I explained to them the bizarre life of the dragonfly, once a contemporary of the dinosaur. Its young called nymph is a fearful hunter in water as the adult is in air. Apparently this is the reason on how it got its legendary name. I showed them the weapons of insects: the preying mantis carries a pair of ax-and-vise, a bee brandishes a poisonous dagger, while a tussock moth is cloaked with stinging barbs, a stink bug sprays corrosive acid on eyes or skin. The weevil has an auger snout, the grasshopper grins with shear-like mandibles, and the mosquito tucks in a long, contaminated needle.

Artistic representation of a damsel fly, Museum of Natural History, Mt Makiling Botanical Garden, UPLB Laguna

We examined a beetle. Our thought brought us to the medieval age. A knight in full battle gear! Chitin, which makes up its armor called exoskeleton, has not been successfully copied in the laboratory. So with the light of the firefly, the most efficient of all lights on earth.

Wait until you hear this! Aphids, scale insects and some dipterans, are capable of paedogenesis, that is, the ability of immature insects to produce young even before reaching maturity!

Numbers, numbers, numbers. This is the secret of survival and dominance in the biological world. King Solomon is wise indeed in halting his army so that another army - an army of ants can pass. Killer ants and killer bees destroy anything that impedes their passage, including livestock - and human.

Invisibility is another key to insect survival and dominance. Have you examined the inside of leaf galls in santol, Ficus and ikmo? Well, you need a microscope to see the culprit - thrips or red mites. I demonstrated to my students how insects, being very small, can ride on the wind and current, find easy shelter, and are less subjected to injury when they fall. Also, insects require relatively less energy than bigger organisms do. All of these contribute to their persistence and worldwide distribution. Insects surely are among the ultimate survivors of a disaster.

In an article I wrote, A Night of Music in a Garden I described Nature’s musicians, the cricket and the katydid. While their sounds are music to many of us they are totally coded sounds similar to our communications. Cicadas, beetles, grasshopper, have their own “languages”, and in the case of termites and bees, their language is in the form of chemical signals known as pheromones. It is from them that we are learning pheromones in humans.

A Walking Stick, a perfect example of  mimicry. (Former SPUQC Eco Sanctuary)

Without insects, we are certain to miss our sweetest sugar which is honey, the finest fabric which is silk, the mysterious fig (Smyrna fig) which is an exotic fruit. We would be having less and less of luscious fruits, succulent vegetables, the reddest dye, unique flavor in cheese, and most likely we will not have enough food to eat because insects are the chief pollinators, and main food of fishes and other animals. They are major links in the food chains and food webs, the columns of a biological Parthenon.

Without insects, the earth would be littered with dead bodies of plants and animals. Insects are the co-workers of decomposition with bacteria and fungi as they prepare for the life of the next generation by converting dead tissues into organic materials and ultimately into their inorganic forms. Together they help bridge the living and the non-living world.

A garden without bees and butterflies mirrors a scenario of the biblical fall. And if the other creatures in that garden strayed away from its beautiful premises as our first forebears began their wandering, they too, must have learned the true values of life, which they share to us today.

Green Beetle

Beautiful is the verse from A Gnat and a Bee, an Aesop fables. To wit:

“The wretch who works not for his daily bread,
Sighs and complains, but ought not to be fed.
Think, when you see stout beggars on their stand,
The lazy are the locusts of the land.”

In The Ant and the Grasshopper, Aesop, acting like a father with a rod in hand, warns. He was referring to the happy-go-lucky grasshopper.

“Oh now, while health and vigour still remain,
Toil, toil, my lad, to purchase honest again!
Shun idleness! Shun pleasure’s tempting snare!
A youth of rebels breeds age of care.”

Ecologically insects are the barometer of the kind of environment we live in. A pristine environment attracts beneficial insects, while a spoilt one breeds pests and diseases. 

I have yet to see a firefly in a city garden. I remember an article in Renato Constantino’s series of publications, Issues Without Tears. Its title is, You don’t See Fireflies Anymore, a prophesy of doom, a second to Rachel Carson’s Silent Spring.

Maybe. But I have not lost hope. Someday, a flicker in the night may yet come from a firefly and not from a car or cigarette - if only others will share with me the same optimism. ~

Ficus pseudopalma and its exclusive wasp pollinator, a classical example of co-evolution. Only this species of wasp can pollinate and subsequently fertilize the introverted flower of this fig plant. Wasp is magnified 20x under a

Lesson on former Paaralang Bayan sa Himpapawid with Ms Melly C Tenorio 738 DZRB AM Band, 8-9 evening class, Monday to Friday

I talk to the trees - and they listen to me.

I talk to the trees - and they listen to me.

"When in bloom golden, only for a day or two;
confetti follows where the bees have gone,
in every flower is born a new life
in another place and time."

Dr Abe V Rotor


Tagbilaran, Bohol

Saplings race to meet the sun,
lanky to posts they shall become;
sans branches but bole and round
soon fall to the ax one by one.

Mt Makiling, Laguna

You bear the hardest wood -
ebony in deep shiny black;
your foes no less my kind
feeling and love we lack.


Tierra Pura, Tandang Sora, QC

Sunrise, sunset, the ground is alive,
lilting children under your care
that make up for your loneliness
in a world with so little to share.

Masinloc, Zambales

You were once doomed by the wind,
but benevolence saved you;
by your fruits and resting limbs,
sanctuary and playground, too.


Mt Makiling, UPLB Laguna

Black and white makes you bold and real
of your strangler's reputation,
climbing on your host tree to the sky,
a piece of mystery of creation.

Burgos, La Union

Tree house I see built on your limbs
has stolen your view on the scene,
the breeze in your leaves hushed away,
a living monument unseen.

 
Cebu City

Embroidered leaves by the bagworm,
turning to crimson and fall;
mutual indeed is host and tenant,
nature and creatures all.

Kaohsiung, Taiwan

Re-incarnation - this elephant tree had been
once roaming around in band;
threatened, endangered and gone,
what would it become the next time around?

Lagro QC

Whoever felled this old balete tree,
drove the deities away;
and the spirit of the tree shall not rest,
no prayer can repay.

UST Manila

Shadow of death I see across the lawn,
save the sun all mourning;
haunting the playground empty and quiet,
save a dead tree walking.

Ateneo de Manila University QC

To the conscious passerby,
in the morning holy,
in the evening scary,
a veil to laugh or to cry.

St Paul University QC

Young devil tree, but you aren't;
your eyes but holes to your heart;
your arm raised to praise, to call
a friend, such is nature's art.

Agoo, La Union

Over laden, if all these fruits,
a burst of a lifetime -
young to die like a mother
cut in her prime.

UST Manila

Living cradle to while away the time,
to catch up with many a lost sleep;
watch out, a nap gone over the clime,
where time and opportunity slip.

AdMU QC

Pendants you wear in the night,
blinking with the chilly air,
bring tidings beyond your shade,
to far places poor and fair.

Narra in Bloom (Pterocarpus indicus)

When in bloom golden, only for a day or two;
confetti follows where the bees have gone,
in every flower is born a new life, the embryo,
seed to a tree in another place and time. ~

The Last Tree Sentinel

                                      The Last Tree Sentinel

"Once upon a time there was a Paradise

abandoned by man in search for glory. " - avr

 

Dr Abe V Rotor

Sentinel on Tagaytay Ridge - but for how long? March 24, 2013

  

I braved the wind and storm, drought and rain,

     vandals and lovers carving their pledge, 

the beetle and caterpillar, all that has to gain

     from me standing on this ridge at its edge.

 

I was as proud as a king, tallest among my kin,

     home of countless tenants and refugees;

by height and place I was keen at touching the sky,

     though so little I felt on Babel's knees.

 

The view around was lush and green, verdant 

     in the sun as mist and fog would unfold;

a woodland was my world, I was once a part,

     until humans came to replace the old.

 

My neighbors are gone, I lost track of my lineage, 

     I've no one to talk to, though humans can 

in queer sound far from the gentleness of breeze

     all day long and after the sun is down. 

 

I lost sight overlooking the famed volcano, 

     its lake within a lake shining in the sun;

my vantage is blocked by roofs and walls and smog,

     an orphan I became by progress of man. 

 

I no longer hear plaintive and joyful songs,

     recitation of verses under my wing; 

weary travelers no longer stop to take a nap,

     nor birds nest in my branches and sing.

 

I live in fear for the woodsman, the engineer,

     but I've lived with fear enough to understand

the world of man: fear akin to his existence

     hidden in want - guideless, boundless in band. 

 

Man's era shall reign over nature, but for how long?

     I can only tell from my ancestors' story:

once upon a time there was a Paradise 

    abandoned by man in search for glory. ~ 

A Dead Tree Arises Heavenward

                     A Dead Tree Arises Heavenward

"Trees do not preach learning and precepts. They preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life." ― Herman Hesse

                                                 Dr Abe V Rotor  

Skeleton of Agoho (Casuarina equisetifolia) of the Pine Family, QC, 2017 

Half a century I lived, my master is now gone, his generation remnant
of tradition, imprimatur of the old school, the values of old, outstripped
by today's postmodern living.

My death is also the death of my friends: lichens and mosses on my
bark, ferns and lianas on my limbs, mycorrhiza and rhizobia in my 
roots, and others in symbiosis with me.

My demise is also a great loss to countless dependents: insects 
feeding on my leaves, bats feeding on my cones, bagworms housed in  
my needle leaves, earthworms thriving on my litter.

My crown was once a huge umbrella for tired passersby, stopover 
of  birds in their migratory route; it buffered strong wind, and filtered
dusts and carbon in the air, cooled the surroundings. 

I stood tall to reach out for the sun and through photosynthesis 
converted its energy into food and other materials, while releasing
oxygen to balance the level of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere. 

Like my relative, the pine, I did not shed my leaves all at once unlike 
the deciduous trees; instead I shed my leaves as they grew old, thus
I kept the landscape evergreen all year round. 

My life was a struggle like my kin in the wild abiding with the laws 
of nature; unlike them however, I lived on the whims and dictates of 
the human community in which I was introduced.

I did not have a family of my own, my children were weaned early 
and carried to places I never knew; nonetheless I learned to live well 
in a man-made community of plants humans called park or garden.   

I played with children in my shade and on my limbs, lulled them in 
their cradle, the old in their hammock, the bold in their swing, 
whispering, humming, creaking in nostalgic pain and laughter.

Many times I joined their celebrations, tasted their beer, held up their 
flag and banner, joined in their singing, kept secrets of lovers who 
marked my trunk their initials and vows leaving traces of memories. 

I grew up with kids until they left home, rejoiced at their return, 
welcomed and showered confetti to friends and guests, prayed for the
sick, grieved for the dead, expressed my own way of compassion.  

I was pruned many times to give way to electric lines and cables, 
road widening, for necessity of  firewood and materials for various 
crafts, or simply for aesthetic reason whatever that means.  

Progress, I had my share too, but I got mostly the harmful consequences:  
pollution, congestion, global warming, acid rain, ailments that 
accompany the Good Life, which progressively led to my demise.   
   
I have been standing dead for some time now and no one seemed to 
care, save the termites and fungi gnawing on my skeleton, and some 
black birds that sit awhile on my bare crown.

I rise up and peep into the hole in the sky beneath me, and if this is
a gate to an afterlife told by man to be so beautiful, I ask my Creator 
if I too, deserve the gift of eternal life and happiness only a place 
called Heaven can give.  ~    

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 "Nature holds the key to our aesthetic, intellectual, cognitive and even spiritual satisfaction.” – E. O. Wilson

“I believe in God, only I spell it Nature.” – Frank Lloyd Wright                                                                                                 

Two Worlds We Live In

 Two Worlds We Live In

Details of a wall mural by Dr Abe V Rotor

Living with Nature School on Blog

Landscape view from a cave

 

Bats emerge from their abode  

Wonder how our ancestors lived

with birds and bats in their abode;

wonder how we live like them today

in two worlds - modern and old. 

 

Wonder why the city never sleeps,

why gregariousness our comfort;

wonder if by design or adaptation,

we crave to move from port to port. 

Wonder what we make of the future,   

caves to high rise, we rule the sky,

time and space, change our earth,

and we look up to heaven and cry. ~  

 

Nature on the Wall mural by AV Rotor (30ft x 5ft), at author's residence Lagro QC

Lesson on former Paaralang Bayan sa Himpapawid (People's School on Air) with Ms Melly C Tenorio 738 DZRB 8 to 9 evening class, Monday to Friday

Will You Draw a House?

 Will You Draw a House?

Dr Abe V Rotor



The children made a house, each his own:
Post, walls, stair, window, door.
Cheek on palm, eyelids moving, thought of
TV, garage, swimming pool, Corinthian patio.
Twirling a pencil, pondered:
Trees, hills, mountains, cloud, sun.

“Here,” they showed their houses,
Proudly each his own.

“There’s something missing.”
Back to drawing board:
Birds in the sky and trees singing.

“Here,” they showed again their houses.

“There’s still something missing.
Would you like to live in your houses?”

Silence.
Fingers moved, lips tight:
More lines, shades, colors, now with flowers.

“Here,” they showed again their houses.”

“But there’s still one more missing.”

Pause.

A little girl in a corner drew and drew:
A house nearby, people around.

She showed her house.

And the children chorused: “Neighbor!” ~

Reprint from Sunshine on Raindrops by Dr Abercio V Rotor 2000, pp 13-14