Earlier this week the wise old bird and two fledglings flew the nest on a westerly wind. Since then the wind and rain haven’t stopped pouring over the hill, whilst inside the monastery everything is strangely quiet. It’s left a weird atmosphere around the place; the eclectic mix of characters trying to find their different ways into solitude; the turbulence outside; the bereft interior. Down in the kitchen, the Wednesday offering of food from Namtip together with Noi, Aree and Linda was a familiar and welcome point of reference; on Thursday we had the likeable company of Tilak and his friend; and tomorrow Mame and Maureen are here once again to offer food in memory of Jeff Pick. All of which has meant a lull in culinary work for Radek and I. In my own case that’s shown up a tendency to migrate toward the office in an effort to clear the decks and open some space for the next couple of months. I find I am not alone there; though neither is there much sign of the two seniors, suggesting they’re more quickly into the swing of things – attuning themselves to a wind that blows where and how it pleases. We are grateful for the generosity which makes that possible; which means we have enough in the larder to more than keep us alive (though the odd jar of honey helps toward sweetening as well).
Down at the stores they’re well provided for too, though the following might be helpful:
· Fire wood
· Surgical Spirit B.P.
· Man size tissues
· Limescale remover
· Dust-masks
Thank you also but we have plenty of fruit and vegetables, toothbrushes, salt, coffee, towels, soap and rice.
