Winter's grey back drop offered mystical comfort. Stillness. There at the edges of this world, I sensed another. There was a peace hanging over the loch, like a misty prayer flag. Whisper of wind. Then silence. This is a day full of presence. Mine and nature's. A kiss blown into my heart by the beauty … Continue reading red tin, grey sky
Hello. This is Toni aka kanzen sakura (www.kanzensakura.wordpress.com) bringing to you the prompt for this session of Haibun Monday. In 1980, the Japanese began a type of healing/meditation/relaxation process called shinrin-yoku (森林浴) or literally, forest bathing. This has become a recognized health benefit in Japan and other countries. Basically you immerse yourself in the forest breathing … Continue reading the road is light
The journey towards Eskdalemuir was made all the more pleasurable by the scenery along the way. Early morning mists sitting atop the hills, bathed in a serene kind of light, set the tone for the day for me. It was eminently peaceful, as if the land were whispering a good morning. On arrival at Samye … Continue reading Samye Ling
5 weeks ago I alighted upon a field in the southern uplands of Scotland in Lanarkshire. I have since then spent my time making tipi lodge poles, doing construction and deconstruction (nothing is wasted here). I have tiled floors and walls and slowly over the time I can stand back and see what I am … Continue reading Room to grow
Here I am in Scotland. South Lanarkshire to be precise. In a Bell Tent. In a field. On my own. Aside from the community at Wiston Lodge that is, where I volunteer my time 4 days a week in return for wonderful meals 3 times a day. The company is good here and I am … Continue reading New Beginnings
It has been too long dear blog reader...much is transpiring and has transpired in the world of the Scribbler...Bankruptcy was avoided and now a deal is about to be struck with my creditors that will tie me up to a relatively small monthly commitment for the next 5 years. I have no idea if I … Continue reading Away, away.
It's Saturday morning and I am heading northwards to cross the border into Scotland. I arrive in time to catch up with some old friends and my fellow drummer but remain invisible to the workshop participants for whom I have agreed to drum. I am to be a 'Drum Spirit' at a Shamanic dance workshop. … Continue reading Heading North