Category: Journal
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Pasta night.
So simple. Fresh pasta with tomato pesto and sun-dried tomatoes. Topped with asparagus and generous throwings of fresh parmesan. Straffings of ground pepper of course. The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if…
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Chasing light.
After my unsuccessful attempt at replacing the light seals on my Canon AE1 (see above for one example), I have performed a re-do. I mean how hard can it be to keep the light out? Right? After the rather meditative process of fiddling and tinkering around inside the back of the Canon, I have loaded…
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The door to dokusan.
Dokusan is a Japanese word that means to go and see the teacher alone. It is an important part of zen practice together with zazen (meditation), the precepts and koan introspection. During extended periods of meditation practice (be that a single day or multiple days known as sesshin), it is usual that the teacher provides…
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Flower ring.
Camera: iPhone 17 ProMax. Riding past.…my thoughts well into elsewhere when I spotted this ring of bright yellow flowers out of the corner of my eye. A small circle of angiosperms. I imagined them dancing. Just this. A little yellow enso. In Zen art, an ensō (円相; “circular form”) is a circle hand-drawn in one or two uninhibited brushstrokes…
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Walking earth work.
Camera: iPhone17 ProMax “Life migrates. It is dynamic. It moves from the south pole to the north pole and back again in a single season. It is turbulent. It has its own inner gyro. It flies, as do the great migratory flocks through the sky at night, fixing on its own constellation, its own guide…
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False dawn.
Sounds heard whilst simmering over my bed coffee: It is 5am. It is 6.30am: “The only way to deeply feel the magnificent beauty of a beautiful morning is to be aware that this morning will never happen again and may be the last morning!” ― Mehmet Murat ildan
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