jlots

@rawrachel

Practitioner in the Plum Village tradition of Thích Nhất Hạnh. Body servant to Max the therapy dog. Peace, justice and climate activist. Knitter. Glimpser of birds.

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jlots@rawrachel· 1d

Today I am thinking about the bond between dogs who have been failed by people and people who have been failed by people. My beloved Max. We shared the last four years of his life. He brought joy and happiness to so many. My anguish is terrible. It will change. The love is immeasurable. It will not.

A small dog, shi tzu mix, in a tabard proclaiming his work as a therapy dog, looks up at his human companion smiling down at him. Her shirt affirms her supporting role in the therapeutic work. The picture was taken at the local hospice.

jlots@rawrachel· 16d

#ZenHiking #HampsteadHeath #PlumVillage #MorningWalk “I suppose this is some kind of silent protest” remarked a fast-moving oncoming pedestrian loudly. Sad that quiet, careful, and slow can be perceived as antagonistic.

A single file of people on the left side of a broad path overhung by trees casting lacy leaf shadows on the ground.

jlots@rawrachel· 19d

Max says “happy birthday Henry Scampi, I hope you have had delicious treats”

A dog licks his lips while gazing at a cup of brightly coloured sorbet

jlots@rawrachel· Jul 15

Apparently the female goldcrest, 5-6g, can lay up to 12 eggs in a single clutch which is more than 1.5x their body weight. There is continuing evidence of a very successful hatching for at least one pair in my local park, and lovely to see as well as hear as they flitter through bushes. #MorningWalk

Screenshot of a Merlin Bird ID app’s correct assessment of the sound wave of thin, high-pitched “tzee” calls being those of a goldcrest.

jlots@rawrachel· Jun 18

#MorningWalk #love

A photograph of a vertical cement surface, ivy trailing down the right hand of the picture, various marks in coloured chalks to the centre and right including the single word LOVE.

jlots@rawrachel· May 7

#DogsAtPollingStations

A remarkably cute dog below a sign affixed to a fence. It reads “POLLING STATION”.

jlots@rawrachel· Apr 14

As the leaves mature so the green deepens. #MorningWalk

A down-hanging slender branch of a London Plane tree, new leaves around half full size, bright sun making them glow against a deep blue sky

jlots@rawrachel· Apr 6

Ah! Tender leaf green gleam, spring sun shining future seed #MorningWalk

Sunshine on a slender bough of a London plane tree against a deep blue sky

jlots@rawrachel· Apr 4

Violets next to the bus stop #MorningWalk

A small clump of violets growing out moss-patched concrete

jlots@rawrachel· Mar 28

Still not moving yet. This is a good sign. Here is the Coat of Hopes. It is so moving seeing the effect it has on each person who takes on this mantle of collective aspiration. www.coatofhopes.uk #knitsky @togetheralliance.bsky.social

A coat with a long train covered with a patchwork of individual works of textile art. The person wearing it has their head bowed. People hold the edges of the skirt of the garment away from the ground.

jlots@rawrachel· Mar 28

Hanging out in the faith block feeling (and hearing) the love @togetheralliance.bsky.social Yet to start moving, hope this indicates the level of support!

jlots@rawrachel· Mar 1

So much grief today, global and local. Soothing with listening, colour and small repetitive movements across the midline (aka knitting). Pattern: Warp by Sara Ottosson. Podcast: The Blind Spot Podcast www.YouTube.com/@BlindSpotPo...

Knitted fabric consisting of narrow band of ribbing in yellow-orange with marled and solid squares in various combinations of blue, green and red yarns held together.

jlots@rawrachel· Feb 24

A patch of periwinkles, a patch of sunlight. What more could an urban fox require for a springtime afternoon nap.

Back view of a red fox curled up in an overgrown garden.

jlots@rawrachel· Feb 17

We visited the V&A East Storehouse. Highlight, in the David Bowie archive, the lyrics to “Heroes”. Suddenly weeping.

Handwritten lyrics of “Heroes” (1977) composed on the right hand side of a sheet of graph paper with red lines.

The following is the less than accurate automatic transcription:
ornahing nahing
wish you could swim ke the oblowns
Va do chins con sWim
Thoven now
Just for one cay
чрл, кол will be quee
hugh nothina wildfive hen away
Ne can be heroe
one can
ne can be us
Just for one dau
remember
„ca remember
Standiny
by the wall
the walt
The guns cola bove our heads and we keathing aging fall
Ld the srame was on the cherse not cuer onc.ever
Hewe can be herees
Sust for one hie day We can be herces
XB
Just for one day

jlots@rawrachel· Feb 17

Lines at Hackney Wick station.

A small figure climbs station stairs towards a large window.

A view of the opposite station platform across. A bright orange-red section of screen is reflected in irregularly shaped small puddles.

jlots@rawrachel· Feb 16

A shower of song from a wren. Morning walk.

Bright blue sky and trees reflected in an extensive puddle from a few days of torrential rain. Mud on the tarmac from where the water has begun receding.

jlots@rawrachel· Feb 14

All this and birdsong too. Morning walk.

A dusting of early blossom against a clear blue sky.

jlots@rawrachel· Feb 9

Morning walk.

jlots@rawrachel· Jan 29

Look into my eyes. Morning walk. #pareidolia

Two bright raindrops suspended from a horizontal twig, behind them the dark trunk of thee tree. Visible in each drop, like complex pupil of an eye, is an inverted image of the tree trunk and spreading branches.

jlots@rawrachel· Jan 24

I am so fortunate to have the opportunity tomorrow to recommit, with deep love and gratitude, to the Plum Village precepts - the Five Mindfulness Trainings. 🙏 plumvillage.org/mindfulness/...