Allotment days!

         The last photie is of a dog called Fergus. He had to go to the vet, where the photie was taken.  I did not think he was getting out of the vet's, which is why I took his photie. Anyway, he is still breathing, but I do not know for how much longer. Intimations of mortality everywhere.

          And life springing out of the ground! I planted the cabbages (I think) which I grew from seed. That was yesterday. Today three quarters of them were still alive. I've been reliably informed that the wascally wabbits have been transposed to another sphere, but I'll be lucky to eat any of them brassicas.

          The old toothless one, in the days when he still had teeth and something for a comb, gave me a cactus. There's a photie of it there. Something weird is coming out of the top of it now. I must have had it for decades, and now ...it's a weird, weird living thing yon cactus... or is it a succulent?.. this pink thing is sticking out the top? I'm blogging about this because the only person who regularly reads this blog, the old toothless one, might know about such things.

          Remorselessly it seems, the meditations change, little by little sometimes, but change they do. Half the distractions are interrupted by my attention getting dragged back by the changes in the forces which seem to be moving about inside me. These are the little changes occurring within kind of changing parameters. I have nothing lined up for this week. I'm dying to meditate. The hut beckons. Depends on a dog called Fergus.

       
          

Scunnered with Samsara

          Appreciating the drawbacks to samsara is supposed to be a good way to turn your mind towards practice. Every since I was in India before Christmas, I've felt a bit scunnered. Richard Feynmann got a bit scunnered after helping to make the atomic bomb because he thought after that human effort was meaningless. Well, I wasn't helped by seeing how much pollution there was in northern India. If they can't fix the air folk breathe there, what chance do we have with climate change. Of course, climate change won't kill everyone, just an awful lot of poor people.

          I have a strong desire these days not to be reborn. India was good for that as well. Half the folk I knew in Edinburgh seem to exist in a circle of hell, and we're the lucky ones. I wouldn't mind so much if everything that happened to you was the result of your actions, but you're involved in all kinds of karmas and some of the shit that lands from a great height is not your fault.

          It's okay for me. On Saturday last we were in Dunfermline and the park there was really nice. Then we went to Kinghorn.

          I feel very confident about the meditations these days. Yes, it's okay for me, but when I look around, things seem completely fucked. 

This lovely Springtime!

                  I say the winter is okay, but it isn't. Right now is okay. How fortunate to live here in Stockbridge! And everywhere life bursts forth. Or it will once I've raked the earth and planted the whatevers. Anyway, it is better than it was.

                  Can't say how great it is to be meditating these days. Can't say. You think you should bear witness and the flatheids think you are a supercilious basturn if you try to explain the unexplainable. Who moi? A supercilious basturn? Moi? Well, life is complete shite for me as well, but at least when I sit on my bum, things do get interesting.

                    Flooded with bliss this morning. Stay away from the dark side. Mr Hyde lives there.