Its redundant to complain about the heat, everyone on the west side of the continent, and elsewhere has it too. Wildfires prompted a health advisory here, and the thought of all that loss to heat and flame is worrying. We did a ceremony out in Lytton, a ceremony offering compassion to all beings and specifically to the Chinese railroad workers who died all those years ago. 42 degrees celcius, imagine that. Believe it or not, it is possible to sit still, even when in robes and under the hot sun, sweat pouring, blinding the vision. Sit and chant, and offer whatever good comes from it to all who are in need, whenever, wherever.
No pictures of the ceremony on my part, which was an oversight as the altar was beautiful.
This is from two years ago – the ceremony is an annual event.
Knitting you ask? Where is the knitting?
Not too much of the woolly stuff going on. However, the Briggs and Little yarn from Nova Scotia was too tempting to resist. It smells so good, and gives one an excuse to just sit in the comfy chair, fans blowing, brain dulled, knitting row after row. Heavy duty hiking socks – crazy isn’t it? And yet, I will likely be complaining of the lack of sun in oh, four or five months, and relishing these squishy, comfy socks.
The heat did break a bit today – this is the view of the sea of cat tails out at Steveston. Actual ocean beyond.