ICON OF THE OLD TESTAMENT TRINITY, c. 1410
Long ago in--Henri Nouwen, Spiritual Formation: Following the Movements of the Spirit
, there were many attacks made on a small town, and in a monastery the monks got very nervous and could no longer concentrate on their prayers because of all the violent conflicts throughout the town. The abbot called his icon painter, Rublev, to paint an icon to help the monks remain prayerful in the midst of restlessness, trouble and anxiety. Rublev painted an icon based on the visit of the three angels to Abraham in Genesis, seated around a table of hospitality. In the icon, the figure in the center points with two fingers to the chalice and inclines toward the figure on the left, who offers a blessing. A third figure on the right points to a rectangular opening on the front of the table through which the viewer is invited to enter and participate in the spiritual actions. Together, the three figures form a mysterious circle of movement in perfect proportion. So when the monks prayed with the icon and focused on that circle of hospitality, love, and intimacy, they realized that they did not have to be afraid. When they allowed themselves to be part of the community formed by the three figures and let themselves be drawn into that circle of safety and love, they were able to pray and not lose heart. Russia
As you may or may not have noticed, for some weeks we have had in our midst an anonymous, obsessively, almost comically hostile heckler.
His comments are meant to hurt and they hurt, but I figured Let the violence stop here. I figured the less said, the less energy frittered away, the better. So I let the comments stand.
Last week, though, people started coming to my defense, which shows the age of chivalry is not dead.
I love that community--awkward, small, unlikely, and puny though it seems--protects us from harm. I love Rublev's/Nouwen's idea of entering in and participating through that weird little rectangular opening.
So from hereon in, I'll delete the hate comments.
It's that little glint, that privileged look into a keyhole, and realizing suddenly that there's this little universe that's probably suffering and barely breathing, but it's pulsating, vibrating, with its own life. That in itself is a metaphor of the universe.
--The Brothers Quay
|THE BROTHERS QUAY, |
SURREALIST, STOP-MOTION ANIMATION,
TOTALLY WEIRD and brilliant FILM-MAKERS
(now they should be the subject of their own post)
|From DRAMOLET, |
the first film of the STILLE NACHT series,
a "gorgeous black and white reverie about iron filiings."
See also ARE WE STILL MARRIED?
TALES FROM THE VIENNA WOODS
CAN'T GO WRONG WITHOUT YOU