It's been a chilly, foggy week. Earlier in the month the weather was warm and beautiful. Many days getting the garden into shape--pulling out poppies and love-in-the mist that had gone wild. Planted the succulents from Gordon's garden.
In bloom now--purple and white potato vine, honeysuckle, succulents, plumbago, pincushion, oxalis. I counted nearly 100 ornamentals, what a surprise! Roses still sickly.
From Matt's garden: strawberries, mustard greens, zucchini, peas. Blackberries getting going.
A feeling of maintenance, cultivation, rest. Letting go of things as they are. Working with activities that I find difficult: tai chi, gardening, attending art community events. Taking a break from painting. Catching up on household maintenance.
Enjoying my quiet life.
Studying texts and stiff meditation can make you lose
your Original Mind.
your Original Mind.
A solitary tune by a fisherman, though, can be an invaluable treasure.
Dusk rain on the river, the moon peeking in and out of the clouds;
Elegant beyond words, he chants his song night after night.
Ikkuyu
