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Anna’s Not True Story

The backdrop for a local production of The King and I
For the local production of The King and I

This morning a local congregation member showed us around the local theater where he works making props, helping to stage productions and generally looking after the building. The whole place is largely staffed by volunteers and the players are all local and unpaid. Currently playing is The King and I and the painting of the Buddha as the backdrop for the production could not be missed. The staging area is ’tiled’ with copies from Anna’s diary, she is the ‘I’ of The King and I and, let it be known, that in actual fact she was not romantically involved with the King. Not at all. It is recorded that Anna (Anna Leonowens) was regarded by the King as ‘difficult’. That her story turned into something quite unlike her true one is as it is and very many people have cavorted across dance floors to the strains of some of the hit songs. Shall – We – Dance…one, two, three,  On a bright cloud of music shall we fly? And so on – so unlike Anna’s true story.

This post is for several woman I’ve known for many years whose lives are coming to a close, relatively soon. One wrote her unedited life story some years ago and sent it to me. It was a way to remember, embrace and let go of her long life. And move on, which she did. The writing remains with me for safe keeping it’s a story of love and loss, adventure and intrigue, joy and sadness and quite a lot of fun too. She loved to tell of her time dancing on stage in a theater in south Manchester. I’ll not note the name of the group here as I’d give her away, photographs taken at the time show her as a lovely bright girl dressed to the nines.

More Reading than Writing!

Downtown Whitefish, Montana
Downtown Whitefish, Montana

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.

train tracks at Whitefish
train tracks at Whitefish

Just recently I discovered the panoramic feature on my phone. Click on the photograph to view full size.

Feeding Penelope

Penelope
In this house, this attractive house which most would love to live in, is a wood burning boiler which I have been ‘feeding’ these past days. As I type the smell of wood smoke fills my nostrils – all of my clothing is now infused with wood smoke through and through. There is no getting away from it. Feeding a fire for most of the day takes dedication, and time. Penelope, the name of the house and the boiler combined, sits in the back of my mind. A constant presence calling me back for more wood every couple of hours or so. And just so it is clear, there is nothing other than the wood burner and wood storage in the house. No accommodation, none.

But what is interesting is the affection everybody has for Penelope. This simple ol’ wood burning monster all be it housed in rural luxury is the object of affection in the community well past what might be normal for a functional piece of equipment. I think what we are looking at is a case of anthropomorphism and while I am not much up for doing that I’m (almost) hopelessly drawn in. No, I don’t knock on the door before entering but I do ‘speak to her’. There is a living belching mass in that house. I’m honoured to be it’s keeper however I’m keeping things on a strictly impersonal level from now on. I’ll let her know!

On a not completely unrelated subject this afternoon I was contempating talking about Nirvana to a group here on an introductory retreat. That’s Nirvana the extinction of suffering, the third of the Four Noble Truths. That’s the extinguishing of the three fires of greed, anger and delusion which keep the wheel of becoming turning. However when it came to it I talked about how Buddhist practice brings about a changed relationship with existence. One where the sense of separation between me and everything else transforms to one less person centered, less me centered.

Penelope is not personal or impersonal and in a real way we are not two. And, anybody who has ever fed a fire falls in love, just a little.

Do take a look at that link wheel of becoming. It is a great infographic on the basics of Buddhist teaching.

Once Lost Now Found

Clipper
Found wandering on a busy road today. She sleeps safely tonight. There is a story to tell, a touching one however that’s a story for another day since we do not know what the outcome will be. Enough to say a BIG thank you to all concerned who helped to make this a ‘wonderful rescue’. Never easy or straight forward to pick up a stray or abandoned dog on the road. We all did well.