Rural traffic congestion. Or, I love my car.


This is an admittedly odd photo. I have referenced the invincible car in previous posts, and for good reason. What you see there are hairs from a deer. A deer that made very close eye contact with me as we, shall we say, connected on the highway. I imagine the look I was giving him or her through my window was identical to the wide eyed “Oh crap” look the deer was giving me.

Now, before anyone gives me a hard time about being a city girl driving in the country, this was one of those situations that is hard to predict. As I whizzed along the highway, singing along with Queen, Bohemian Rhapsody if I am not mistaken, four deer, running at full tilt blew over a steep embankment, freaked out and ran in several directions. Despite good brakes one collided with a good thud on the side of the car.

I am not being paid by Subaru, but I gotta tell you. I love this car. A munched mirror, a couple of dents, and the deer got up, shook him/herself and ran away, unhurt as far as I could tell.

And yes, oh yes, I am so very glad I meditate! I am so very, very grateful that what could have been a very serious incident was not. I offer gratitude for things that are well made, for the sheer good luck that sometimes happens, and for the kindness of the insurance guy, who was called from the side of the road.

I’m fine, and isn’t it interesting that now that the dust has settled somewhat, the tendency to focus on the hassle, rather than the gratitude wants to arise. Things to sit with.

More pictures of mountains to follow I expect. Oh and perhaps a knitted project too, just to live up to the name of the blog. We’ll see.





The Ghosts of Many Miners and Horses May be Travelling This Old Road


It could have been a better photo. I didn’t pause to think about putting it up on the blog, just thought it was interesting when I went for a short hike in the park in the Fraser Canyon. Its spring walking, the ground is pretty mushy and there is a fair bit of snow left, so it wasn’t what one could call a real hike. A good hour and a bit of exploring before heading down and meeting a good friend in the Lytton Hotel for a deep fried lunch.


These signs gladden the heart of a walker. Good old brown trail signs, typical of BC Parks. This should prove to be a good spring and summer to explore.


Just past the turn around point. Wet feet, oh well. Better prepared next time.

The Cariboo Road



Hard to believe isn’t it? This is the beginnings of the road that I drove yesterday, taking oh, about three hours to get to Lytton from Vancouver. The road took three years to complete, and took weeks to accomplish what a fast car and light traffic does in barely any time at all.


View of the meeting of the rivers, the Fraser and the Thompson yesterday.


This statue has travelled much further than that. It comes from the Rajgir area of India, not too far from Vulture Peak. From there to here – many miles. I had no altar cloth so a handwoven towel will do for now. In our practice we light incense so that it may permeate the surroundings. This particular type of incense is used at a lot of the temples I visit, and while subtle, being a light Japanese pine incense, it immediately invokes home. This was the first incense lit at this particular place.





Let Them Not Say



Let them not say: we did not see it.
We saw.

Let them not say: we did not hear it.
We heard.

Let them not say: they did not taste it.
We ate, we trembled.

Let them not say: it was not spoken, not written.
We spoke,
we witnessed with voices and hands.

Let them not say: they did nothing.
We did not-enough.

Let them say, as they must say something:

A kerosene beauty.
It burned.

Let them say we warmed ourselves by it,
read by its light, praised,
and it burned.


Jane Hirshfield


With thanks to the American poetry site that sends a poem a day.

Happy Trees


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.