Blue Dragon Kula

Blue Dragon Kula

I guess I like to write. It is fun to create. It is fun to share. It is fun as well to keep track of things, to keep a log, a blog. This blog is about our camp space that we have been gradually developing over the last few years. So far we just have a few friends over and sometimes stay at the ‘lodge’ or camp outside, build fires, work, play, or whatever. I missed the soap making party, the salsa making party, and the talk from the personal trainer but there will be other fun stuff.

Our farms have been a hit and miss experiment for me. I have made many mistakes: planting trees too close together, digging ponds and then filling them back in, digging gardens and letting them get taken over by weeds, making gravel walkways also overcome by weeds, putting in fences and taking them out, digging holes in the wrong places, making bad structures, etc. etc. And things biodegrade, rot, fall apart, disintegrate, fall over, get destroyed by animals, insects, diseases, etc. etc. Endless maintenance is the price one pays for having anything nice – and this takes time and being around – two things I am short on due to work. Funny there is very little flat land where I live though much of it is sorta flat or almost flat. Even finding a good place for a picnic table ends up being a challenge. I’m kinda getting tired of flattening a spot here there and everywhere. Actually - I would hardly call it a farm - as we don't really produce anything. It is more an animal sanctuary for our beloved pets and a space for my
permaculture experiments - often gone awry.

Anyways I love wandering around in the woods and mid-late February is a good time especially on a sunny day:

The Secret is Out

The flowering moss glistens golden green, a soft bed for all above

Painted leaves of evergreen shimmer unrivaled in the secret wintry stirring

The murmur of trickling streams paints hidden lowlands in hidden woodlands

A delighted bird shouts jiba jiba jiba jiba jiba

Cool puddles glisten in promising sunlight

Cracks in the earth can be seen and trickles from them can be heard

Chthonic maidens will to animate tomorrow’s land

Spritely ferns fashionably fill the ravenous ravines

Now the secret is out

Even snow and wind will falter and last but little longer

For the sun is growing

And all the untidy muck of field and farm will fade by sun and wind

Grasses and onions poke up their green and the deer wander into the fields by day

Goats alight on foraging missions

Late autumn’s projects re-enter the mind

The wheels of time roll

We run along side, leading and chasing, trying not to get caught up in the mad anxiety

Time moves

Is time a path that leads from beginning to end?

It is also a wheel that continuously displays change

The seasons are an endless parade of blossoms and colors

Glorious flowers wither and we grow frail and wrinkled as we journey

For we move

We go through time

Time is ever our companion here in the dense body world

And just like the mysterious sunset we fall over the horizon into the unknown

Our flesh and bones too fall away into the Earth

Will we return?

Other things I wonder about our “place” are things like will we or our ashes be buried or kept there? What will become of it when we are gone? Will our descendents maintain it?

Will our descendents feed the descendents of the birds, deer, squirrels, raccoons that we feed now? In some ways it is not a most desirable piece of land. There is no pond, no great views, no caves or rock walls or impressive gorges, and not much flat land. Connection to place is a big part of nature religion.

Kula means 'family circle'. It is the same root word for 'clan.' The Turquoise Dragon or Blue Dragon is an animal in Tibetan Feng Shui. The dragon preserves, guards, and reveals great treasures. South is the direction given in the Tibetan system which is realted to the Chinese. There are water nagas and the Nam Druk, the Sky Dragon.