Deep in the forest
There’s a cabin
It has a name
However
No name
Describes what’s
There
Full Of Emptiness Cabin
Deep in the forest
There’s a cabin
It has a name
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Deep in the forest
There’s a cabin
It has a name
Botanie Valley With Bighorn Sheep
We could hardly believe it to find this Bighorn standing on the top of a gravel pile on the side of the Botanie Creek Road. She had a small one with her – I can’t bring myself to describe it as a lamb since what I saw was a long way from what I know as a lamb. The car inched forward towards the gravel pile and we snapped away from the vehicle. Is this not a breath-taking creature, standing tall and standing proud. Wonderful.
Yesterday we drove to a nearby town, Lillooet. By British standards it wasn’t near at all. Lillooet is an hours drive on a road which in places hugs close to the mountain side. Single lane in one place…!The mighty Frazer River wide and gushing forth in a ribbon flows at the bottom of the valley. On our return journey in the late afternoon the mountains towards the Stein Valley Nlaka’pamux Heritage Park stacked up in classic pose painted shades of blue/grey . Scenery is moving and changing and to capture it in a moment is to tell a fraction of its majesty. I find myself uncomfortable in my attempts yet here they are. Images – perhaps they bring stillness as one views them. Stay awhile and take them in as you would in meditation.
We left Edmonton Thursday lunchtime and arrived here in the area of Dragon Flower Mountain Temple late Friday evening. Just before Calgary where we were hosted for the night there were golf ball size hail stones falling from the sky denting cars and wrecking awnings. Fortunately the storm was ahead of us. From Banff National Park for most of the journey on the Trans Canada Highway until we reached Rogers Pass we had heavy rain to contend with. Can I say I was somewhat saddle sore after so many hours on the road.
Thank you folks for sticking with Jade and the erratic postings. My priority while traveling and visiting is to be with the people I am with and to take care to get adequate rest. But as I write I see that it is almost tomorrow!
Still Moments
Along with all the preparation to travel, so many details to attend to, I took the opportunity to spend a moment or two doing nothing. That was yesterday. Today its Heathrow and I’m taking another opportunity to do not very much. Well writing this of course – and also gorping out of the window at the hustle and bustle.
Worlds apart one might think. But in a certain way of thinking – there is no gap. Come sit and travel with me. Oddly there is more time/space to write here when ‘on the road’.
Sit and be at ease, where ever your sitting place is.
Walking By Water
The Lancaster Canal has been my walking companion this week. Still. Glass like. Cooling and soothing during this rash of hot summer days. The North West has been roasting. This evening. Rain.
Tow path travelers bring colour and texture to the grey ribbon. Some interact most don’t. Cyclists ring their bells in warning and we walkers make way for runners. There is courtesy here which brings a sense of community.
There is something so utterly compelling about canals. I’ve been drawn to them since early days ‘up North’ in the 60’s. Thank goodness people of vision started to save them from extinction back then.
One more walk tomorrow early and then a return to Throssel.
Rev. Samual White – Nurturing Roots
What a smasher! This is my great grandfather who died when only 49 years old. The original photograph, measuring 20 by 16 inches, has just landed in America where my lovely second cousin Jessica will frame it and hand it on to future generations. A reminder of their family roots nurtured in Northern England. I don’t feel it is mere sentimentality to honour such family threads. They are just that, threads which hold us steady just as our feet hold us steady with all the marvel which is our body/mind rising up out of the ground. Here is some information about Rev. Samual, which if this blog remains on-line into the far future, will serve as feet planted into the soil to hold the reader steady when the wind blows. And when it doesn’t.
Rev. Samual White (1843 – 1892) was the first incumbent of St. Cuthberts church. He was a member of Hatfield College, University of Durham and took his Batchelor of Divinity in 1865. He was vicar of Marley Hill from 1874 – a good ‘living’ – house plus £300 a year. Before becoming vicar of St. Cuthberts Marley Hill he was the curate of Thornley 1865-67, Seaham Harbour 1867-70 and Marley Hill 70-74. Rev. White is listed in the 1868 University of Durham Calendar under Hatfield College as “White, Rev. Samuel, student in arts”.
It is a simple thing, to look behind oneself, stretch out an arm and catch hold of something from the past and hand it into the future. Recipients derive their own meaning.