Category Archives: Out and About

Coming Full Circle – Portland and Back Again

As late as it is I can’t let another day go by, and especially not this day, without posting. It must be a little over a month ago since I left Portland heading towards this temple where I stayed until July 5th. (See the Dharma Talks page.) Then onwards to north east Oregon, upwards into Idaho and Washington. Just in case you missed the reference in an earlier post I recorded this one evening while visiting a couple in Washington.

The Palouse from Mugo on Vimeo.


I was in Montana for nearly two wonderful weeks. Then in the past few days, on the road again to spend time with congregation members in Sandpoint Idaho. Where I fell asleep by a lake and got sun burnt! Eight hours on the road on Sunday had me driving into Seattle at around 4.00 pm. On the way I stopped beside the great Colombia River in the blazing heat and recorded this video….

From The Columbia River, Washington State, USA from Mugo on Vimeo.

in which I make reference to a series of great floods which shaped the country through which I have been driving these last weeks.

Yesterday a ferry ride over to Bainbridge Island. Today a three hour drive down to Portland to return the car to it’s home at the Priory. Tomorrow a short train ride to Eugene.

Uh! I hear the train whistle in the distance. Better get to bed now. Early start tomorrow. This evening. Sitting in a garden packed full of plants and features in the fading light. Talking with a long standing congregation member and his wife. Eating ripe fruit. Drinking iced tea. I’m once again reminded of how very fortunate I am to be welcomed into the hearts and homes of so very many good and kind people. Thank you all.

The lasting impression of this trip is of sitting still while the world chases by like a movie. Sometimes the film stops briefly and a memory takes up residence, only to fade with passing time. These videos and others I’ve recorded give you a small impression, of my impressions. They are just movies. Which you watch go by, while sitting still.

Many thanks to Reverend Margaret for the loan of her car.

Big Wind – Big Sky

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…and found the sky enchanting in the evening light.

It was a close thing this evening. We were getting supper ready and suddenly the sky turned navy blue. Then the wind got up and in no small way. Huge gusts for only a short time brought down a dead tree, closely missing the house. News is that trees were down all over town. Natures way of pruning, he said.

Snow Covers Britain – 7th January 2010

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7th January, 2010.

Snow blanketed Great Britain on January 7, 2010, as the Moderate Resolution Imaging Spectroradiometer (MODIS) on NASA’s Terra satellite passed overhead and captured this image. Snow covers most of England, from the east to the west coast. (The large image shows snow cover over the entire island of Great Britain.) The cities of Manchester, Birmingham, and London form ghostly gray shapes against the white land surface. Immediately east of London, clouds swirl over the island, casting blue-gray shadows toward the north.
NASSA Earth Observatory

Back in January I was in Kirkby Stephen, Cumbria and right in the midst of frigid snow covered Britain. I remember seeing this image on the TV at the guest house where I was lodging and being incredulous. I’ve posted it now for the record. And when I am blazing hot in the Southern California sun in August I might just take a look at this image to remind me what cold feels like. Cold!

I know, When hot be completely hot and when cold be completely cold.

Thanks to Walter at Evolving Space for posting the Nasa photograph and link. Nice photographs too, of flowers.

Found In The Midst

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January’s Aftermath, 2010 Mount Shasta.

Trucks pass each other on the street
Small trailer trucks, their splintered side boards
bulging with their loads;
Massive construction vehicles with steel beds
easily contain whole tree trunks
protruding into view from behind the driver’s cabin-
all and each carrying away refuse
from a winter storm that snapped tree tops,
stripped branches from their mooring
sending them through roof tops
living rooms crushing rafters
cracking foundations
or just creating craters where they landed
in snow-covered earth with such silent force
that limbs stood up like wooden matches
until they loosed and fell.

An old woman, her body propped with two canes
walks down the middle of the street
then moves to the side, making space
for passing debris trucks. She walks haltingly,
calculating tree rings from felled oaks or
identifying cones from piles of pine.
She pauses, giving homage to tangled power lines
from downed poles, and to mutilated steel stacks
from crushed car ports, once sheltering
adventure vehicles for some other season.
The woman walks softly on beds of sawdust,
listens to humming chain saws,
creating mountains of firewood
from tall timber giants lying on the ground.

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She stops at a corner; looking up, she studies
a centenarian oak. Its crown rises
above the nearest rooftop by three stories.
Splintered and broken, jagged branch stumps,
each big enough to form a single tree,
cling to the ancient trunk.
The old woman observes them, one by one:
They speak to her in some language without words,
a tongue she understands completely.
From the corner, she moves three steps
toward the East, to better see the trunk.
One side, ripped open, exposes
the tree’s heartwood core.
From outside bark to its center
the oak changes color, texture,
its light and dark reflecting
in the woman’s eyes. She knows
what it is to have a heart break open,
be exposed to storms,
to learn the sound of wind
entering a center.

There is something to be said
for gentleness.

Anna Lucas

Many thanks Anna. There is indeed something to be said for gentleness. Found in the midst.