Cecilia’s adapter doesn’t work.
No cellphone, no laptop, no Internet. Just eyes and ears and presence. Pencil and paper, too.
Take the local bus to next village. There’s a temple, with a steep hillside garden behind. There’s a mountain brook, running quietly, and a stone reservoir offering its clear cold water to visitors. Bright sunlight sieves through the deep red foliage of maple trees, reaching down into the water. Delicately indented leaves scattered on threadstones and thick green moss. In the garden, two hundred and fifty Buddha’s disciples carved out of rock; each human figure caught in movement, in meditation, in anger, in story-telling, in rest, in laughter…
I like it here.
Three stone sculptures in Choanji Temple garden, Sengokuhara;
graphite pencil on paper.
Bonus: In the Garden by Van Morrison (from the album No Guru, No Method, No Teacher 1986; this version played live in Norway 1988. Sweet intro!)
No guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the Father in the garden