Jesus in the Tree, essay by Diana Powell
- why what a writer knows can be found in the most surprising details of a story.
‘Jesus is in the tree again. The second time this week.’
And he is.
I’m standing in front of our kitchen sink, looking out of the window, down into the garden. An old sycamore stands at the top of one of the beds, a slice taken out of it, where a large branch was sawn off. The gnarls in the wood, fungus, discolouration all combine to create an image, which could be interpreted as the head-and-shou...