Time to take a long look and allow the sight to enter in. Memorial Photography.
Yes, I have taken photographs of dead people. And yes, there is an odd macabre feeling about the practice. No, I do not regret having taken them.
Time to take a long look and allow the sight to enter in. Memorial Photography.
Yes, I have taken photographs of dead people. And yes, there is an odd macabre feeling about the practice. No, I do not regret having taken them.
When there is no place
that you have decided
to call your own
then no matter where you go
you are always heading home.
Muso Soseki
OR
When there is no person
that you have decided
to call your home.
Then no matter where you go
you are never alone.
Mugo
Just a different way of saying the same thing.
This sheep herding operation stopped me in my tracks this morning. Once again I was in my beloved Lake District. This time to pick up a monk left there two weeks ago, to rest. I was being navigated by a TomTom satellite navigation gadget. It did so well, talking me along remote roads I’d never have been able to negotiate without stopping every few miles to check a map. The road I particularly liked was the one over the fell from Grasemere to Great Langdale valley. I’m fairly sure this is a flock of Herdwick sheep by the way.
During a brief walk in the Langdale valley, in the fine rain that is so dear to my memories of hiking in these fair hills, I found myself addressing one of the sheep directly. Nice coat! I exclaimed, a spinning wheel flashing before my eyes. There was no answer, of course, however they do seem to smile. They are certainly not at all like other sheep who skitter away when humans are close. These just kept on grazing grass, undisturbed and unperturbed as I passed by. I see their fine coats are less used for knitting yarn and more carpet and loft insulation material!
Herdwicks are a dual-purpose breed, but are primarily raised for their hard and resilient grey wool. Their fleece is primarily suited to use as carpet wool; these carpets are sold under the auspices of the National Trust. The wool is also an excellent natural insulator – it is possible to buy sheets of fireproofed wool to fit as loft insulation.
Thanks go to Janet who bought the TomTom originally, and to her family who donated the the machine to the monastery following her death.
Hearing about a woman: there is every sign of cancer. She is choosing not to see a doctor: it’s her choice.
Hear about a man: there was a diagnosis of senile dementia. He chose to stop eating: he died soon afterwards.
Nothing much to say: except there is no absolute right or wrong here. And Great Compassion manifests in all conditions: no matter what.
Monks re-pointing the brickwork on a chimney called down to me. There is a great view from up here, make a great picture. By the time I had changed into trousers and fetched my camera the mist and rain had closed in and the view was almost obscured. Coming down off the roof, carefully, I then went for a walk on the bottom road. The valley was grey and the world appeared flat. The camera saw it differently.
A monk of our Order wrote an article for our in-house Journal about Training in the Grey World of Doubt and Despair which Lions Gate Buddhist Priory has reproduced. (I see a part 2 of the article but no part 1 unfortunately). I hope what is said will inspire you, as it has a number of people.