A bit of restlessness, borne of a bit of house arrest due to the smoke levels made a road trip, just for the morning, necessary. The province, a good deal of it, is on fire.
It is a day of sharp edges today. The smoke a part of it. Of course, like all things, it passes.
(A neighbour told me the wind will change tonight, and the smoke will likely be as if it never was. But the evacuees and the beings in the line of fire remain. It seems wrong to light a stick of incense in this case, and so I don’t. Offering merit isn’t dependent on that anyway.)
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.
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.
But you know what? So am I a good deal of the time! (Ever so slightly out of focus, that is.)
Its when one is taking pictures of wildlife that the skill of the professional photographer is obvious. Despite a recent class, (which was pretty good actually) I still managed to set things up so that the camera wanted to take a great picture of the nest, rather than the inhabitants of said nest. Still, not too bad for a stop by the side of the road, an awkward fumble for the camera, and then a few minutes of wonder, listening to these two chortle and squeak at each other. They were quite vocal, and it was just as much fun watching and listening than anything else.
From Highway 8, between Merritt and Lytton. A trip to get cat litter. (Amongst other things. When you have to drive to the amenities you take a list. )
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.
by Jennifer Firestone
This place previously in a vision Wet pen drawn at the line
A place religiously tied religiously religiously
A person, place or thing
Bring thy pebble or thy flowers or thy inscription
Bring bring bringeth your love
Dear ones bringeth your love
Ashes to trees
The Chinese cemetery in Ashcroft has been beautifully restored. There has been great care taken with cleaning up the grave sites and a talented local artist is responsible for the dragon and the tiger you see on the altar. The central plaque details the formal apology the provincial government offered in 2014, an apology for centuries of racist practises, both institutional and on the part of the citizenry. The cemetery sits right next to the train tracks, up on the hill out of the village.
One offers incense without lighting it, given the extreme fire risk in this windswept region. It struck me that this is a place that would benefit from offerings of merit. I recommend a stop and a walk around if one is in the area.
The poem was one of the daily ones I get by email, seemed to fit.
This was a shot from the car as I drove to Lillooet this morning. I was in search of some native plants to put in the yard, and Splitrock Environmental was the destination. I was delighted to pick up a wild rose, a saskatoon bush, and a mock orange as shrubs, and some arrow leaf balsam root flowers which will hopefully still bloom for me. I added a nodding onion as well, as the very helpful woman at the nursery had me smell and taste it – like chives but grows wild here. This city girl got it finally, as I puttered in the yard this afternoon. As I dug I could hear hummingbirds flitting around, and at one point the sharp chatter of an eagle. A neighbour came by and we chatted, and someone I know drove by and hollered from his truck. This ain’t the big city anymore.
This was taken on a walk yesterday on the west side of the river. Not sure of the age of this cabin, but there are ruins from a Chinese railway settlement just near here that date from around the 1880’s.
There are some fierce moments that happen here. My heart’s companion is with me somehow. Big as the wide sky.
(I drove very carefully to Lillooet, watching for deer. There were several and several mountain sheep too. Some muttering under the breath may have occurred. )
Knitting? Oh, I will get to that someday.