Monday, July 07, 2008
Days continue to unfold under an ever changing sky. This morning bright, then as we eat breakfast out of doors, black clouds rolling in. Soon rain is falling, substantial drops, each wetting us as we stand, taking photos in front of the house. This is departure time. We have had two Dutch families visiting, Ardi who came last year and some friends of hers. They camped in our newly cut field. It was fun having four youngsters running about the place, playing ball or badminton.
Last night we sat around the camp fire in the woods - a new clearing David had made by felling a large erable (field maple) which was competing with a walnut. We toasted marshmallows and sang old songs to Kaspa's Ukelele. Walking back, a crescent moon ascending over the yard heralded a new cycle of teaching starting this week.
This morning the Dutch families depart and we will once more be a small community. The flow of people come and go, the energy changes like dappling shadows on the surface of water. The place, its continuing spiritual ground unchanging as the bed of a river across which the stream of life flows.