D and Y came for tea yesterday and presented us with this gorgeous statue of the Medicine Buddha. It radiates peace, stillness and compassion. Like so much of Buddhism there are layers and layers of teaching here, but as always, it boils down to love. Typically the small bowl in the hands of the figure are depicted as holding healing herbs, and the flower shown could be seen as a symbol of what we know, without words at a very deep level, to be true. I was very moved by this gift, not only because it is so lovely, which it is, but because of the effort that D and Y put into finding it. The right thing, at exactly the right time.
The documenting of the city is still going on, every day after my visit downtown I have been walking some. This is the New Westminster Quay, a shot of the river which is still pretty high from the spring floods. This river has always been a busy thoroughfare, from long before these cities grew here. It doesn’t evoke the same sense of “smallness” in one that being in the mountains do, rather, at this point, a few miles from where it enters the Pacific, the Fraser is wide and deep and silty. It does not encourage dipping a hand in, all those boats and logs and industry, but it is very impressive.
Proof of knitting! These days stockinette is a treat. Going round and round on circular needles with black cotton yarn may not sound like anyone’s idea of fun but, strangely it was mine! Cloud Cotton with a stripe of my handspun cotton, done in the most basic of top down raglan style, and I am “tickled pink” as we say in these parts. It fits, (wow), it is soft, and until it is covered in cat hair and lint, looks pretty good if I do say so myself. Picking cat hair off it will keep me occupied when say, waiting in line, or travelling in the car, or after I sit in any chair in our house. (Black, what was I thinking?)