Category Archives: Out and About

Epistolary Art

Well! I remarked to the young chap behind the counter, It’s one thing to buy postcards, and quite another to write and send them. He said in all seriousness, It’s good to keep up the epistolary arts. I said, The what!? So kindly he explained. Wrote down what it meant on a piece of paper, and here I am doing what I said I’d do. Write. But the postcards are yet to have the epistolary arts applied. Tomorrow?

That’s Berkeley for you. Educated everybody. Especially on Telegraph Avenue, in Moe’s Books (which is where the above exchange took place. A huge bookstore close to the University of California Campus. Apparently with connections back to those turbulent times in Berkeley in the 1960’s. I know at least one reader who was there at the time….

Moe’s Books was founded in 1959 by Moe Moskowitz and his wife Barbara, the original site of the store was a small shop on Shattuck just north of University Avenue. As the early 60s dawned, Moe moved his expanding operation to Telegraph Avenue, closer in to the hub of the UC campus. By that time UC Berkeley was about to explode into the national limelight as the focal point of the burgeoning Free Speech Movement. As the decade lunged forward and the Viet Nam War raged on, Moe’s Books found itself at the center of numerous confrontations with the Berkeley police and the National Guard. When local authorities called for city-wide curfews, Moe refused to close his doors, asserting that people should be free to walk the streets. When an occasional tear gas canister would roll down the sidewalk, many protesters sought refuge in Moe’s Books–one of the few safe havens willing to remain open during a time fraught with imminent danger. Clearly this was a revolutionary period in our history that defied comparison, and Moe’s Books under the fearless leadership of Moe Moskowitz, led by shining example.

Epistolary means: Written in the form of or carried on by letters or correspondence. Who would have thought buying a few postcards would lead to such and interesting word, a charming encounter and a hugely historic bookshop.

That was not the half of our shopping trip by any means. Berkeley Hats just down Telegraph from Moe’s is a hat fanciers heaven.

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Berkeley Hats, Telegraph Avenue Berkeley – from a moving car.
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Now there’s a hat to write home about!

Walking By the Bay – China Camp Historic Area – San Rafael

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Out walking…
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saw this little creature – a lizard of sorts?
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thankfully there was shade from the burning heat…
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and restrooms , classic hut style too…

Phew, what a scorcher! At 5.30 pm in Berkeley it was registering 90 f. Earlier in the day the prior at Berkeley Buddhist Priory and I took a hike in a state park called China Camp at Point San Pedro, Marin County. Hard to believe this area, now deserted save for the mountain bikers, wild turkeys, critters and us, was once home to upwards of 500 souls. They were fisherman from China. Their catch, shrimp, was processed on site and…sent to China! Apparently the people of the Bay Area, at the time, didn’t eat shrimp. Of course all that changed, and so did the fortunes of the fishermen…unfortunately.

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With aid of Google Earth you can, hopefully, see why where I am is called the Bay Area.

While here I’ve been walking, sleeping, eating and working. As well as sitting and yesterday, celebrating Dogen Day. We recited Rules For Meditation.

For those who concern themselves about my well being, I’m well. Thanks.

Priory News – Reading – Renewal

The resident monk, Rev. Alicia, at Reading Buddhist Priory, Berkshire, UK is writing a regular news/blog. I await her weekly posts with happy anticipation. Perhaps some of my enthusiasm is because I was the resident monk there in the early 1990’s. Knowing for example Rev. Alicia has arranged for a plumber to install new taps (faucet’s) and that the new floor covering is down on the stairs brings me vicarious pleasure, even after all this time away. But there is more, much more, to these writings. There is teaching that comes through both overtly and through her talking about her day. This post on Renewal is a grand example of the teaching coming though. Here is an excerpt from this post as a taster.

Renewal is a different concept to rest. Renewal is a change of pace, time out from the usual routine of work, an opportunity to relax, yes, but in skillful ways that keep the training going and allow it to be expressed in other ways. It is a chance to ask ‘what would it be good to do that would renew/refresh me in mind and body?’

I have subscribed to the RSS Feed on this site. The link to the feed can be found at the bottom of the list in the left side-bar.

And if you look at my schedule you’ll see I’ll be staying a few nights in Reading after I land back in England October 29th. Hum…wonder if there will be some gardening I can do while I’m there. Clip the Hawthorne hedge perhaps?

Stop Means STOP!

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Travelin’ with Napa Cabbage

One last look over my shoulder at the past weeks. In particular a second look at the driving i.e. the hours of life in the car, alone. I don’t think I would have even attempted to make the journeys I have without the GPS navigation device (in Europe we call them SatNav’s for short). So a grand round of applause to that little friend I have had with me telling me such details as which lane to be in to how many miles until the next turn. I may have mentioned the corker announcement. Drive three….hundred…and….six….miles! That came early on during the trip from Sandpoint ID to Seattle WA. The voice from the machine becomes so familiar, and she became so much my friend and traveling companion, that I did at times come up with responses. In my head. The 306 miles announcement had me responding, Well! I’ll certainly be taking a break!

The voice carries an assuring authority which for the most part I obeyed. The one time I didn’t, on the way to Pine Mountain Temple, I had a happy hour or so cruising through the rural byways of the Central Valley of California. Was that cotton I saw growing? And olives, or some kind of nut?

Now. Out there in the middle of nowhere on a hot and dusty junction. Not a being in sight, no shade from a tree and definitely no bushes, there will come a STOP sign. In America, stop really does mean STOP. No rolling stops as they are called. You have to come to a recognizable dead halt no matter how obvious there is no traffic. And there will be no traffic for hours probably! Somebody once said to me, in fun, you never know if there is a cop hiding behind a bush waiting to book you if you do a rolling stop. So I always stop even when there’s no possibility of that sneaky policeman hovering behind a telephone pole waiting to pounce. We Buddhist keep the rules of the road. Period.

And so it is in daily life. Nothing we do is hidden. There are obviously no Precepts police to keep us in order but we cannot hide anything from ourselves. That’s no matter how much we might justify, or want to justify, our small and not so small transgressions. And as time goes on even as the hand reaches for the cookie jar, so to speak, one knows and stops because taking what is not given is taking stuff. And really that amounts to taking from oneself. There are however judgment calls we have to make be they while on the road or when going about ones day. However, wow betide the one who allows delusion to come to the aid of desire. The way it happens is that over time the small self-justified steps lead to bigger and bigger self-justified (delusional) ones and eventually STOP looses it’s meaning. Stop really does mean stop . Those Stop road signs in America have a real and deep meaning don’t they.

Wondering about the Napa Cabbage? On my last trip I happened to have this bundle of leaves with me and I can heartily recommend them as an easy and refreshing snack while driving. An excellent traveling companion…to eat!

Horse In Hand

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Sometimes with company, mostly alone and not on foot!

Yesterday, driving from Santa Cruz up past San Francisco and the East Bay to Meadow Vista above Sacramento I began to feel like the whole world is surfaced with tarmac (black top). There’s an incredibly complex system of freeways in this area of California where, at the very least, the freeways have three lanes, that makes six each way and a maximum of six lanes, adding up to a massive twelve lanes each way. Which all adds up to a lot of black ribbons snaking across the landscape.

And I drove and I drove, at around 70 mph, with cars side by side and one behind the other all driving at around 70 mph, or faster. When the traffic reporter says, the traffic is moving freely, this is what they mean! When it isn’t moving freely that’s when I am extra careful, and nervous. There is then much speeding and slowing down, cars switching lanes playing the odds on which lane will move next, and fastest. The danger of getting rear ended is huge, and the risk of not stopping quickly enough and running into the car ahead is ever present. Freeway driving for hours on end is a mental and physical work out. Tomorrow will probably be the last freeway trip I’ll be making on this journey.

Hope you like the photograph. It reminds me of happy times spent with Venus the horse at Pine Mountain Temple. I have known a lot of horses and ponies through my life. I find them exceptional communicators, mind to mind. And Venus was sweetly vocal with her whinny too. Heavenly horses.