We could hardly believe it to find this Bighorn standing on the top of a gravel pile on the side of the Botanie Creek Road. She had a small one with her – I can’t bring myself to describe it as a lamb since what I saw was a long way from what I know as a lamb. The car inched forward towards the gravel pile and we snapped away from the vehicle. Is this not a breath-taking creature, standing tall and standing proud. Wonderful.
Yesterday we drove to a nearby town, Lillooet. By British standards it wasn’t near at all. Lillooet is an hours drive on a road which in places hugs close to the mountain side. Single lane in one place…!The mighty Frazer River wide and gushing forth in a ribbon flows at the bottom of the valley. On our return journey in the late afternoon the mountains towards the Stein Valley Nlaka’pamux Heritage Park stacked up in classic pose painted shades of blue/grey . Scenery is moving and changing and to capture it in a moment is to tell a fraction of its majesty. I find myself uncomfortable in my attempts yet here they are. Images – perhaps they bring stillness as one views them. Stay awhile and take them in as you would in meditation.
We left Edmonton Thursday lunchtime and arrived here in the area of Dragon Flower Mountain Temple late Friday evening. Just before Calgary where we were hosted for the night there were golf ball size hail stones falling from the sky denting cars and wrecking awnings. Fortunately the storm was ahead of us. From Banff National Park for most of the journey on the Trans Canada Highway until we reached Rogers Pass we had heavy rain to contend with. Can I say I was somewhat saddle sore after so many hours on the road.
Thank you folks for sticking with Jade and the erratic postings. My priority while traveling and visiting is to be with the people I am with and to take care to get adequate rest. But as I write I see that it is almost tomorrow!
The following came to mind this morning as I sat relaxing on the back porch of the home where I’m being hosted. It has been three days since arriving in the Botanie Creek Road area above Lytton in the mountains of BC. Today the weather forecast calls for a high of 40 c! We have reached 34c so far and the day is not over yet.
Picture it. Two hippopotamus wallowing in a mud pool in the noon day sun. It’s hot, very hot. It’s still. Not a whisper of a breeze to ruffle the glass like water around them. Eventually in the midst of their revery one Hypo turns slowly to the other and thinking out loud says, Sometimes I think it’s Thursday!
Life has been full these past days, and good days too. I have been struck daily by the extra ordinary people I’ve been meeting. Each encounter fleeting yet not at the same time. I’d not know where to start or what to miss out should I attempt to describe these days since last writing. So I will not try. Enough to say a huge thank you to all those people I’ve met, who have kindly listened to me talking about our shared Buddhist practice and who have shared with me windows on their lives.
Here on Botanie Creek Road the forest fires are out and the temple buildings were not touched though the flames came within yards before the winds changed direction. Life can change direction in a blink of an eye. Fires out of control and close to home brings that reality close to home. Yes, sometimes mercifully there is relaxation in the hot summer sun and sometimes, most of the time, we have to be brightly present where we are right now.
However I am struggling to keep track of which day of the week it is. I can forgive myself for that.
A person is rich
In proportion to
The number of
Things they can
To let alone.
Another day away from you dear laptop. I appreciate another from afar. Vicarious computing?
Another great day in Edmonton starting with a morning meditation meeting. As they arrived I found myself quite excited inside on catching sight of people I knew while a Prior here. I have visited since that time however my encounters with people and familiar priory objects is unusually intense this time.
I am rich!
I can afford to let alone.
Attachment and detachment -