Sometimes we forget who we are. And we lose sight of the important things we do, or do not do, for those relying on us.
Thought provoking post from Blinkwax Blog.
Sometimes we forget who we are. And we lose sight of the important things we do, or do not do, for those relying on us.
Thought provoking post from Blinkwax Blog.
Close to the ground
Squinting at a package
Ricola.
Does that say…
With Echinacea?
Honey Lemon with…
Is this what I’m looking for?
She bent down and asked
Are you a Buddhist Nun?
I pause, much distracted.
Then. Yes, yes I am!
We talked and then
Wrote down this web address
And left me still sitting down.
Before she left
She said, God Bless
Shook my hand and said
Hope that’s OK.
Of course, I assured.
Then I bought the Ricola’s.
Honey Lemon with Echinacea.
Hope that’s OK.
For the woman and her friend. I hope you find what you are looking for. I did!
During the second WW my mother drank dandelion coffee, because there wasn’t anything else. People are still drinking dandelion coffee, even making their own.
There are plenty of reasons to celebrate the dandelion. People eat the greens and crowns. Make wine and fritters from the blossoms. But for me, dandelion-root coffee is the real prize. Because organic, fair trade coffee is pricey, it’s easy to quantify the value every scoop of dandelion coffee that I brew.
Suite Mck
See also recent comments on the Giving post.
This is transition day – Bay Area up through the burning hot Sacramento Valley to the heady heights of Mount Shasta.


These Iron Men standing tall in the bay at Crosby have raised a great deal of controversy over the years however from what I read there are here to stay. Zipping now back to sunny California I remember driving along beside the East Bay and observing an art instillation sometimes awash at high tide often, forlorn, rising out of the mud at low tide. That’s all gone now it would seem. Perhaps Antony Gormley’s work will grace the Bay one day.
This afternoon I was taken out dog walking on the East Bay at the 23 acre Point Isobel off leash dog park. It’s just a couple of miles drive from the Priory. What a treat! Dogs everywhere. Watch out, she is a leaner! the owner of an Irish Setter warns me as the elegant auburn haired, long legged one pressed herself into my legs. Then I bend to stroke a tiny dog. What a cute pug, is she a puppy? No, she is petite! Shadow, the dog we were walking, accidentally-on-purpose allows his ball to dribble down into Hoffman Channel, again and again and again. He likes to swim.
Leashes are optional for non-aggressive dogs in Point Isabel with certain restrictions. Dog owners must have a leash on hand, clean up their pet’s waste and fill up holes dug by their pet. Dogs who become aggressive must be leashed immediately. Dogs are allowed to swim in Hoffman Channel, but not in Hoffman Marsh. Dog owners also must prevent their pets from disturbing feeding birds at low tide.
Wikipedia on Point Isable.
My early monastic life was shared with dogs. O, the stories I could tell! Later monastic life was dominated by a Bloodhound. The story goes he once dove into Hoffman Channel then vigorously shook his muddy self, spraying a freshly laundered white poodle to every bodies dismay! Thankfully I wasn’t present.
Our dogs taught us about compassion. They do some crazy things, as do all of us at some time or another.
Thanks to Angie for the photographs.


A train is hooting and howling as it passes below the garden on it’s way to Chicago. I see there is an entry First Railways in America. That was a line from Boston to Quincy, Mass., opened on April 17, 1827, And on the next page:
Origin of “Canada”. The word Canada is derived from the Huron-Iroquois Indian word “Kannata,” meaning a collection of huts! (my exclamation point).
Who would have thought that the dissemination of information would travel so far so fast. From down home books like the one described, to the Internet today.
But is it going anywhere?