The air smelled a bit like spring the last days, but this morning the garden Buddha at my Dojo was suddenly covered by snow. It is cold, and will become much colder the next days.
The plum blossom at Shunkoin, our partner temple in Kyoto, will start soon. Here winter pays a late visit. I am glad to live at a place where one can enjoy the four seasons, like in Japan. It is this same rhythm of nature, which sometimes makes us feel so surprisingly similar, in spite of all obvious differences in culture and language.
Maybe due to spring, summer, autumn and winter all the things and ideas I brought from Japan over the years blend so naturally into my 250 years old mill, now serving as a Zen-Dojo?