QUAKING ASPENS, Internet Domain
SPIRIT VOICE
Pneuma is an ancient Greek word for air in motion or breath,
wind, spirit and soul. At Pentecost
Jesus’ disciples or followers became apostles or messengers of the good news. Acts 2 begins with the great sound of a wind
from heaven filling the entire house where the disciples were gathered and they
received the spirit with visible tongues of fire signifying God’s
presence.
Some of my fondest and enduring memories of the Colorado Rocky
Mountains are the sounds and sights of a stand of Aspen trees shimmering and
quaking in a cool, high altitude, gentle breeze. Quietly sitting near a fresh, snowmelt,
mountain stream surrounded by a cloned colony of white bark Aspen trees is one
of the most meditative and contemplative experiences of my life. That feeling alone is worth a trip into an
Aspen grove. They are native to cold
regions with cool summers in the Northern Hemisphere, extending south at high
altitude areas such as mountains and high plains. Aspen colonies primarily spread through their
extensive root systems derived from a single seedling. One colony in Utah named Pando is believed to
have originated with one male quaking Aspen which has now spread via a massive
root system to 100 acres and is estimated to be 80,000 years old. All of these trees are joined together as one
by an unseen force with one original creator, a bond which ensures their
survival from devastating forest fires.
But what is the mystery behind these shimmering leaves? Aspens have a flattened leaf stem that enables
the serrated leaves to hang at a right angle which reduces aerodynamic drag on
the tree branches in high winds. Since
the Aspen also drops its brilliant gold leaves every autumn, heavy winter snows
don’t cause much trouble either. When a
high-country wind makes its presence known to these leaves, the pale summer undersides
twinkle in unison as dappled sunlight highlights their movement amongst the stark
white trunks.
And then there’s the mesmerizing sound of thousands of
shimmering leaves in the wind. The
gentle sound is likened to a gentle spring rain on the roof above your bedroom
at daybreak. It is unlike the sound of
any tree in the forest. Leisure time
spent among these quaking high-country Aspens is nourishing food for the
soul. And if we listen with patience and
sensitivity, we can hear the eternal spirit voice whisper, “Be still and know
that I am God.”