It has begun.
We started putting down straw for the cows again. We covered the firewood, took all the tools and machines in. The raindrops are drumming the yurt roof, I’m covered in a blanket and waiting for the heater to kick in. I dug out the green wax coat from my drawers today. I guess it’s here. The rainy season has moved to the monastery.
When you live in the woods you experience the seasons and the weather in a totally different way. Before I moved here I had always lived in the suburbs or a city. It’s easier. You just have to jump into your car and from the car to the grocerystore and so on. I guess in the big cities in Japan or Hong Kong you don’t even have to go out in the open in order to buy groceries or do practically whatever you want.
Here it’s not like that. We have our vegetables in the garden, the bathhouse is about 200 meter from my yurt, the main house about 300 m and the cows have to be milked and fed every day, no matter if it rained cats and dogs or old women. It’s good. It doesn’t make you take things for granted. It doesn’t allow you to build this artificial world around you where you think you can control everything. That’s what humans (at least the westernized version of us) are trying to do and it’s pathetic. Try to be in control of every aspect of life. Try to grasp the world inside your white-knuckled fist and squeeze it into even a smaller, neater package. Good luck.
I’ll write more about this at some point but now it’s too late. We are on a marathon to finish the temple we are building so I don’t have much spare time to write. Stay tuned though.
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