Up early for a shakedown trip to stay a few nights at Sunshine Bay. One thing about driving a camper van, is that it teaches you to slow down a little and enjoy the journey. As you climb and descend and wind your way along the lesser roads you inevitably collect a tail of cars […]
Sitting in the filtered afternoon sun with Juno planning some adjustments, modifications and additions to the motorhome. Random Ideas jotted in my notebook: Measurements and sketches for cutting down sun reflectors to place in the side widows and sunroof. A drawing of one of those cool little rope hammock things for storing fruit in. A […]
Sometimes when you have lost something in your life that matters… The only thing left to do is go and find it. An uplifting short video about two climbing friends Alex Honnold and Renan Ozturk.
It was one of those moments when you just feel that your life is pivoting on a blade edge. The slightest movement or choice or decision and it will tip off one side or the other. And then away it will run.
The space goes on. But the wet black brush tip drawn to a point, lifts away. –Gary Snyder, from “Finding the Space in the Heart” Featured image via Chervv
Dragons Gate is situated atop a high waterfall that cuts from the legendary Longmen mountains above the Yellow River at Hunan. Carp that have endured the difficult and treacherous journey upstream are faced with this final leap of faith at the gate. Those who succeed are transformed into dragons. Dragons have always held a special […]
If we were not so singleminded about keeping our lives moving, and for once could do nothing, Perhaps a huge silence might interrupt this sadness of never understanding ourselves and of threatening ourselves with death. –Pablo Neruda (as translated by Stephen Mitchell) Photo taken with my iPhone in the small town of Budgewoi 112 kilometres […]
In Sung China, two monks friends for sixty years watched the geese pass. Where are they going? one tested the other, who couldn’t say. That moment’s silence continues. No one will study their friendship in the koan-books of insight. No one will remember their names. I think of them sometimes, standing, perplexed by sadness, goose-down […]
Being dead sucked a good deal more than I had anticipated. I had a cramp in my leg and my body bag smelled like an old bicycle inner tube.