A walk with Brian near his acreage in the Eagle Hills near Battleford.
I just got news today that I never wanted to hear. My friend, Brian died yesterday. Brian was the president – the heart and soul – of the non-landed naturist group called Prairie Suns. My wife and I have taken part at various times over the years at events held at the acreage where Brian lived with his wife. And, there were other times such as in the scene above where it was just the two of us as friends with no organised event needed. As couples, we visited them and they visited us.
I talked with his wife Nancy this morning intending to visit their home again as I had earlier this spring. Before I could even bring up the reason for my call, she told me the sad news. I will learn more about “what next?” tomorrow. It felt strange to me as my wife and I had been talking about them during our morning countryside walk about an hour before I found out the news.
One thing that this type of news does, is to reinforce the idea that one shouldn’t postpone too many things for the future. There is no promise of tomorrow for any of us. So as a result, I am going to put myself out there more in ways that will allow me to be even more who I want to be. You will find out more about this in future posts.
Following my morning meditation which I did outdoors when the weather allows such meditation, I returned to the house in order to prepare what I needed for today’s blog post. I knew that I was going to write about meditation as I had just put an Bhudda water fountain into my yard, as is pictured beside me in the photo which I took yesterday evening. No, this wasn’t my meditation, but simply a record of the new garden Bhudda in place. I meditate in a different corner or the yard, someplace that is more private as is fitting.
Well, as I was saying, I went to my home library and found a book by Khenpo Karthar called Dharma Paths which was written in 1992. I opened the book at random and found these words:
“When the leader of a community or a country has a very open, stable, and tranquil mind, there is a greater chance for peace and harmony in the lives of the people of the whole community or country. The past few generations have had the awesome and dreadful experience of two world wars. These two wars did not happen because all the people in the world were angry and disturbed. The wars were provoked by a few disturbed, angry, confused people, perhaps fewer than one hundred. Unfortunately, a few very disturbed people with control over a country can produce tremendous destruction and disaster.” Khenpo Karthar, Dharma Paths, 1992.
I don’t want to expand upon Karthar’s words, but simply let them sit with you. Perhaps you would even meditate with the thought and/or echo of these words forming your meditation focus. After letting the words sit for a while, I would like to hear from you, your thoughts both from the point of dharma and today’s world situation. Now, it’s your turn.
It has been quite some time since my last post here. Blame it on having a busy life now that summer is officially here. I began with three days of selling books, followed by a side trip to pick up grandson number six in order to take him to visit his cousins – grandsons numbers three, four, and five [and their friends] in the U.S.A. I just returned home yesterday evening and now have two and a half weeks before the whole clan descends upon our home for our annual summer gathering where we will celebrate everyone’s birthday with an ice cream cake, a family tradition created because distances and other circumstances don’t allow us to gather together as a family for each grandchild’s birthday.
Back home, I fired up the BBQ to prepare our evening meal after checking out the status of our garden. An early bedtime was in order as this old man can only handle so much fun before needing to catch up on missed sleep. Grandson number six is being delivered to his mother as I write this post. It is the first time that he has asked for Grandma to do the driving. That means I got left behind to do the chores.
Family gatherings are clothed events for me, but cherished events regardless of the need to wear clothing. This morning, it was time to do the laundry after emptying our suitcases. In the end, the two lines were completely full of wet clothing waiting for the sun to dry them. Luckily for me, I got to do all of this while skyclad.
Over the next two and a half weeks I doubt that I will have many hours spent wearing clothing.
This afternoon I will be mowing the lawns and taking care of a few other items before finally turning to my editing of works-in-progress.