|Image from Dept. of Culture,|
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I like British Buddhists for the way that as adults they will do collective art projects, engage in nature and everyday meditation.
I don't want to join in with them, LOL. If I go along to British Buddhist events, they treat me with cautious reverence - as if I might innately know more about Buddhist philosophy via my Japanese blood than they do through their years of study. It makes me feel like when we were children and our cat had an eye infection. To remind us to apply its ointment one of us stuck up a picture of an eye over the kitchen doorway. Visitors used to ask in hushed voices what it was. We would say: "Oh. It's to do with our grandmother's religion. Don't talk about it." We would snigger and kick each other like children. (Well, we were children, LOL.)
|The taste of madeleine cakes provokes|
vivid memories of childhood for Proust.
Image from French Embassy site.
|Pots of herbs at Dyffryn Gardens|
Autumn is my favourite time of year. Colours are soft and warm. I start fetching out woolen garments.