Sunshine just told me that Oon means “wool” in Hindi. Seems a suitable name for this little sweet faced toy from the gift exchange at the spinning retreat.
Desert Mesa Spinning retreat in Cache Creek was great fun. Lots of congenial company, knowledgeable spinners, and laughter. Bill did a minor adjustment to my wheel. (He gave it an experienced “whack” and corrected something that has been a bother for months. Bless him!) Participants from all over the province, a very supportive atmosphere. Spring and fall events to anticipate. Rural life is proving very interesting indeed.
Barb sent this the other day. (Cross posted on Facebook so some repetition) The sentiment is appreciated.
One definition is those who walk the way with you. More specifically and correctly it refers to the monks and lay people, male and female who follow the Buddha’s teaching, who may come together in Buddhist communities. I’m using it in the broader way. We walk our way together straight – fabulous Sangha sisters.
The next day after the gathering for the Kwan Yin festival we went for a walk in the hills. Selfies were done. Then, a walk in the hills complete with a picnic lunch on the Thompson River.
From Kamloops, from Vancouver and from the wee house. Converging to celebrate the festival and be grateful. Pretty good.
It was a clear impulse yesterday, to walk. Not an especially challenging route, rather a quiet one.
The road above the Fraser was filled with the scent of Mock Orange.
(Its still astonishing to me that these are growing wild everywhere. Its the height of the blossoms right now. Beside many of these the Saskatoon berries are emerging. There are cherries being sold in the village.)
Abandoned building along the road. There’s a lot of that out here.
Merit walking – how to explain. Lightly holding those one offers to in the mind initially, then letting it go and just walking. Like our meditation practice. And when the thoughts return to the person, the situation, the world, the news, the newly diagnosed, the personal and the larger view, just keep on walking.
We went and said hi at a special place at the temple. As the sky opened up and we were drenched in a deluge, we both swore that we could imagine laughter from that well loved man.
Thanks Sunshine for a good, good visit.
And a tourist shot, from Spence’s Bridge after an excellent meal at the Packing House.
Lots of photos taken, a bit of scrambling in the mud, a bit of walking. The ingredients were all there.
New friends took me out for the day. We searched for, and found, wild asparagus. We walked where I didn’t know we could go, and it was good. We had, get this, a small fire and had a (veggie) weiner roast! (This I haven’t done for a while. Years.) And – we walked, and we walked. We saw the remains of a more prosperous time, 50, 60 years ago, more? This is part of the reason I came here.
The asparagus was an excellent dinner, with a bit of lemon and seasoned salt…
At the site of the old orchard and homestead. The mountain behind is called Arthur’s Seat.
Another view of Arthur’s Seat.
The Thompson River is swollen and full of debris after a recent heavy storm. Those are snow sheds for the trains on the other side. This is rugged country.
Painted by Sunshine, happily gives joy every time I look over at it.
Did you know that Bob Ross is on Netflix? Inspiring a whole new generation with soothing words and that great smile of his…moving me to a totally un-ironic thank you!! (I watched this guy as a kid, a lot of us did…)
Creativity can be such a source of happiness, wherever it comes from, and this painting of Sunshine’s will head out to a wee house to remind me what is important in the big scheme of things.
Here’s to much creativity, and peace in the upcoming year.
It was a gorgeous trip to Lytton, clear and bright.
Among other things, I attended the Canadian Pacific Christmas train. This is a yearly event, a train that winds its way along the tracks, stopping at small towns. One of the cars opens like magic and a band appears, plays some seasonal songs and carries on to the next place. It’s a big time fundraiser for local food banks, there are speeches, there are thanks given, and mostly, there is minus fifteen (celsius that is with a wind chill of much colder) boogie-ing. The band was The Odds and it was fun!
This last shot was taken by merely turning around at the performance site. The village of Lytton, with the Fraser River beginning to ice up in the background.
(It’s good to drop Scrooge tendencies sometimes. When one does that, one discovers things. For example, you can dance like mad in layers of wool and big boots. You may not be able to identify your partners thanks to toques and scarves and other face coverings, but that just adds to it. )