Managed a couple of days down in Wales at the w/end. We had to take our chances as the the weather was iffy and so on Sunday it turned out to be, when it rained the whole of the day without a break. You just don't get that kind of weather up here. Saturday was good though and that was what I was banking on. Saturday was the day that I had planned for us to all go up to the Brecon Beacons and take a walk in the hills. A couple of showers on the way up in the motor on the Sat morning made me fear for the worst but as luck would have it by the time we got there the skies were cloudy but bright and we got away with it.
Me, Tamdin and a couple of Tibetan friends, Pema and Tashi. The sight of the hill we walked up as it lay on the horizon was to make me dream that night of Mount Kailash. The clear of air of the hills blew the dust of the city out of my head and left me feeling pure and clear. Not very often it is possible to feel like that these days but at the w/end I did. Plenty of people around walking too. Mostly Welsh and mostly faster and fitter than us. No matter, it would have been a plaesure even if I'd have crawled up.
The visibility was excellent, you could see for miles and miles. The pasture country to the north around Brecon where there must be hundreds of dairy farms, the Black Mountains to the East and the Welsh valleys and the sea to the south. Done that walk a few times before and it is a good one. Five miles of good solid walking. Maybe 20 years ago or even more I remember going up there, looking around and feeling it was all too familiar, it was Wales and what was so special about that? I was dreaming of bigger mountains at the time, maybe the Himalayas. Coming back now after over 20 years living and working in the East End of London I see things differently and can appreciate those hills in a way that previously was just not possible. Simply to be out there walking in them, enjoying the air, the silence, the sight of the sheep on the grasses was enough for me. No dreams of always wanting something better, bigger, now.
Dream is a funny old word. I think it can be defined as being the narcotic of reality. The r, e & a are shared by both words but with dream you have the d and the m tagged on at either end. Dm. Those two letters make a big difference. Dream. Guess I would call myself a dreamer. Yes, definitely.The whole of my life I have dreamt about how things might be without necessarily seeing the gap between the picture in my mind and the reality of where I actually am in my life. Under the influence of dm in other words.
This weekend down in Wales I had another kind of dream appear to me and that was the thought of how nice it would be to return to Penarth and open a bookshop there called Books of Wisdom. Kind of got the feeling it would do quite well. I would simply stock it with all books that I liked. I have worked with books in regard to Wisdom Books for the best part of 20 years so I kind of get the feeling I know what it is I am dealing with. I think the thing that inspired me was going down to Penarth and quite by chance stumbling across an organic food shop at the top of the town. Just had never noticed it before and inside I was amazed at the range of stock it carried. They had some amazing stuiff in there. Far better range than many organic food shops that you get in Lodnon. Inspired me. Someone had clearly been doing their homework. Made me realise that if they were expending so much time and energy in getting all that stock in from all over the place they must be selling it. In other words the market was there. So maybe it would be the same if I opened up a really cool bookshop.
Dreams, dreams, dreams. The dr makes them the narcotic of reality.
Wed now. Cloudy and possibly going to be wet. Temps have come down a long way since April which was a record month for heat and sun in this country. Been struggling with a stiff neck these last couple of days. Tamdin gave it a good massage last night and that has certainly helped but all the same it is still uncomfortable. Think I got it from driving down to Wales on Friday night when it took a lot longer than expected due to the heavy traffic both on the M25 and then on the M4. Traffic. There is not much that you can do about it. In this country it is only going in one direction in terms of weight and intensity. There is no real overall plan, that is clear. Things are just going to become ever more congested and clogged up. More and more there will be scenes of complete and utter frustration as people realise their plans for a nice drive somewhere have turned into a nightnmare. We all have cars these days and who is to say who should have one and who shouln't? It just cannot be done, we are all in the same boat, and the boat is slowly sinking.
Thurs eve now. Nice and bright, lot warmer than what it has been these last few days. Going to go up and do some meditation soon. It has been a couple of weeks now and I know I'll be rusty.
Final words. Just done my meditation and it was good. Better than I had any right to expect.
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