Here road weary and with nasty cold. Each day since I arrived in Whitefish I’ve struggled into the outdoors and walked. There’s snow but not much, the temperature is below freezing but not too much. There’s wild life aplenty. Deer running and leaping free across snowy fields towards the railway lines. Wild turkey hanging out in the neighbourhood scratch out a living. Yesterday I found myself standing in the road stopping a car so a lagging-behind turkey crossed safely.
Weaving in and out of my days, and nights as I cough and sneeze has been a book titled A Tale For the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki. Not a book to read in the middle of the night when you’re unwell since some of the content is a bit heavy-duty. However it’s a thoughtful book where time features, life and death feature, Zen Master Dogen’s teaching on time is there too. Oh, and it’s funny.
Just recently I discovered the panoramic feature on my phone. Click on the photograph to view full size.