Daylight shreds through the clouds beyond the lagoon. For once, so rare, no rain. A clear cold morning, and today Geshe Yongdong is giving a teaching on Quadra Island. It is a perfect day for a ride, and yet my grumpy mind finds resistance. My lower back stiff, my bed still warm. It is Sunday. …
Author: carmen
Little lemon tree
The little lemon tree is crying again. Infested with scale, it weeps sticky tears. On homecoming to Vancouver I find the little tree in sorry state. Once again I apologize for my absence and neglect, and set to tending her. I borrow pruning shears from my neighbour, kneel before the little tree, and amputate the …
I’m in the soup
Rain drums on the roof of my bus, waves pound the rocks below. Into the darkness and back to the light, I commit, to this. I commit to this slippery grey stone in the Salish Sea, which will be my home through this winter. I am stoked, intrigued, and a little terrified. I have taken …
WhatEVER!!!
Screaming down Seaford Road on my bike in the bucketing rain, i rocket round the tight horseshoe curve to Lagoon Road, crowing, WhatEVER!!!! WhatEVER!!! at the top of my lungs. With no one to hear me, not a single car, just grey fog, and rain. Rain, rain, and more rain. Aw hell, let it rain, …
the binding of baskets and nets
Realize the fundamental point, free from the binding of nets and baskets. —Eihei Dogen Zenji, Recommending Zazen to All People Just do it! called Nike, of glory and speed. With a flash of white sneakers running into the night. Do i gotta? I plead, left to pout in the dust, do i gotta, do i …