As we came down out of the mountains we started finding signs of civilization. Under this umbrella, there was a box for leaving the local newspaper and on the right side what looked like the remains of a large PA speaker that was being used as a storage compartment for a bunch of small boxes. You can see that we were still on a very steep slope but someone was farming it.
We met and befriended a little dog. He followed us a short way and then turned and went home. Home is always preferable to most animals. Recently at zoo in Australia, I think it was, an orangutan escaped but then simple sat on the top of the wall for awhile, looking at the big wide world, before turning and going home, just like the dog. I wonder why humans, read Ian and I, are so interested in going to new places and experiencing new things.
We were now in a river valley and had no more really steep slopes to negotiate.
At one point the Pilgrimage trail crossed the river on a rickety old wooden bridge. It did not look very safe but trusting our luck (or maybe the goodwill of Kobo Daishi or then again maybe the practical upkeep of the Henro Association) we headed across.
Hard to see but the trees in the background are in bloom, a beautiful pink. Maybe this is symbolic of what was happening to us Buddha nature in full bloom but hard to find.
As we came down out of the mountains we started finding signs of civilization. Under this umbrella, there was a box for leaving the local newspaper and on the right side what looked like the remains of a large PA speaker that was being used as a storage compartment for a bunch of small boxes. You can see that we were still on a very steep slope but someone was farming it.
We met and befriended a little dog. He followed us a short way and then turned and went home. Home is always preferable to most animals. Recently at zoo in Australia, I think it was, an orangutan escaped but then simple sat on the top of the wall for awhile, looking at the big wide world, before turning and going home, just like the dog. I wonder why humans, read Ian and I, are so interested in going to new places and experiencing new things.
We were now in a river valley and had no more really steep slopes to negotiate.
At one point the Pilgrimage trail crossed the river on a rickety old wooden bridge. It did not look very safe but trusting our luck (or maybe the goodwill of Kobo Daishi or then again maybe the practical upkeep of the Henro Association) we headed across.
Hard to see but the trees in the background are in bloom, a beautiful pink. Maybe this is symbolic of what was happening to us Buddha nature in full bloom but hard to find.
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