Friday 4th July, 2008.
Got here yesterday afternoon. Drove via Lake Vronwy (prob got more letters in it than that) and up over the mountains between there and the south end of Lake Bala. Along a one-track road that Sudaya once told me was used by racing car people to test their new models on high gradients, tight bends and bumps. I took it quite slowly and didn’t meet any cars except at the very top where two people were parked admiring as much as of the view as was occasionally visible through the mist.
The cottage - Garth Ucha - is much as it was two years ago when I came here for a month’s solitary retreat. It’s a bit dilapidated but comfortable and very quiet. I like the feel of the place. When I’m indoors I’m mostly up in my upstairs bedroom. It looks out up the valley and at the moment the landscape is in its full greenery. This year’s lambs are rapidly resembling sheep so are not quite as attractive as they would have been a month ago. Their mums have just been shorn and are looking rather embarrassed. That’s very anthropomorphic, I know, but I would be if I looked like that! I like the excitement of the daily jet plane that comes shrieking up or down the valley. And the huge army helicopters that practice avoiding mountains. And even the big transport plane - with propellers - that lumbers along at very low level and slowly manages to weave a route following the bends of the valley. It probably sounds a noisy place but, whether by request or by some innate sensitivity, the RAF only come through once a day and then only if the weather is decent. Anyway, I rather like the sudden burst of technological speed and daring do!
I went down to the village to see if i could find a wi-fi spot this afternoon. Even in a wee place like LLanuwchllyn. I found one and got some urgent emails sent off. Unfortunately I received some too. Well it was really only one that was unfortunate in terms of what it did to my mental state. I was so annoyed by it, I deleted it in a spasm of frustration and then had to reply without the original in front of me. Am not sure whether to go back down tomorrow and send the reply or cool off and wait till I get back next week.
Is this is a solitary retreat i am having? or am I just working from a different place? I’m on my own and I’m hoping to complete three large things that need doing, inlcluding a study meditation module about the Brahma Viharas for the new FWBO Dharma course. I doubt if I’ll complete all three. I’ve also brought along various books about basic back care which I’ve had for a while but not really distilled a set of daily back care exercises from them. And I’ve got some talks about Mahamudra to listen to. And some about Tsongkhapa’s poem “In Praise of the Buddha.” The only thing I’ve picked up to read so far is Isaac Asimov’s “Foundation and Earth”, the fifth and last of his great sc-fi Foundation series.
There is a lovely line up of the moon, venus and this evening at sunset. But this sunny day has turned into a cloudy rainy evening so I won’t be seeing it.
Saturday, 5th
The cloudy rainy evening lasted overnight and all day - it’s very regular : clouds roll in from the south east, heavy rain

sunshine and leaves
follows, it takes about 30 mins to pass over; and thirty minutes later it does it all over again. All day. It was doing it at 6am and it’s still at it now at 11pm. And it’s cold too. I haven’t been out all day. But I’ve got started with one of the main things I came here to do. I finished the Asimov and started a book that Suddhasara recommended to me called “The Body has its Reasons” by Therese Bertherat and Carol Bernstein. I made a curry for supper, and I listened to the women’s Wimbledon Final on Radio 5 Live. Oh and I saw a gold-crest just outside the house. Just going to watch an episode of “Commander-in-Chief” to round off the evening. It’s not a patch on West Wing but it’s OK. Donald Sutherland plays the Speaker of the House, Templeton who is trying his best to bring down President Allen but she (yes it’s a she!!) is getting the better of him. I’m hoping that Templeton’s karma catches up with him before the end of the series!!
Sunday, 6th
Walked round the hill at the back of the house this afternoon. It’s only a bump really on the ridge leading up to two main Aran peaks. But it’s a nice walk of about an hour. The rain came on halfway round so came back pretty wet. It’s coming in from the SE still so probably the same rain that was holding up the start if the men’s final at Wimbledon. I listened off and on to the radio commentary, never thinking it would go on till 9 o’clock! I’d have like Federer to win but there you go - a double for Spain between Euro2008 football and Nadal.
Monday, 7th
I’m not one to enjoy being woken up at 5am even if it is by bird-song, well in this case bird-chirps! They are sweet though… this family of swallows who have ventured out from their nest in the old pig sty to sit every morning on my bedroom windowsill. Where they line up, breaking out into frantic chirping when their parents fly by or sit expectantly with gaping mouth waiting for mum or dad to pay a flying visit to drop something tasty into it. The parents do it all on the wing! I got up this morning with my camera and took these snaps through the glass.




Tuesday, 8th
Nicer weather and me feeling more energetic, been out for a couple of walks yesterday and today. Occasional other walkers up on
the hill. I got to thinking that really I should take my mobile with me if I’m out - in case of accident. I suppose I should since no-one would know where I was. Mobiles on solitary retreats. On the one hand it is a sensible precaution to have one especially out for walks. But they are also comforters, aren’t they? Keep us in connection, feeling safe, not alone…. there was a series of mobile adverts a year or two back that played on that very thing. Being solitary is about being alone and maybe feeling unsafe… it’s not likely that we are actually in a risky situation, so it’s a chance to work with fear. People’s fear seems to fall into two categories - either it’s the ‘axe man cometh’ or it’s ghosts and the paranormal. I’m in the second category. But it hasn’t arisen this week, at least not so far. I haven’t had anything like that on the last few solitaries I’ve done. This house feels very friendly and it reminds me of where my granny lived which has a great many happy associations.
Started watching a DVD of the Dalai Lama giving a commentary on Tsongkhapa’s poem “In Praise of Dependent Origination”. I watched the BBC Parliamentary channel recently when he - the Dalai Lama not Tsongkhapa - was giving evidence to the Foreign Affairs Select Committee. He had the same translator with him on both occasions which was why the Select Committee programme came to mind. It was very impressive listening to him - not minimising but but not over-stating the way Tibetans are treated by the Chinese; acknowledging that some younger Tibetans are resorting to violence and regretting that, denying the current Chinese propaganda designed to make the Han Chinese believe that the Tibetans hate them, telling the committee of one monastery, its monks previously repressed and imprisoned by the Chinese, now collecting aid to send to the victims of the recent earthquake. When was asked if the UK government and the EU are doing enough he said a very emphatic ‘no!’ and asked them particularly to use the current period around the Olympic Games to talk to the Chinese about affairs in Tibet. A conservative MP asked him if he was upset that Gordon Brown hadn’t received him in Downing St but instead was going to meet him at Lambeth Palace. He just laughed and said it didn’t matter to him where he met someone. He also said basically he tries to meet people as one human being to another and that way there can be dialogue. Of course our Gordon is a particularly influential human being at the moment!
Thursday, 10th
Packed up this morning and drove down to Bala for morning coffee and to send some post-cards. Then thought I’d drive back via Llangollen. I managed to drive without stopping past a sign which said “collie puppies for sale”. It’s Eisteddfodd week in Llangollen there so the place was busy…. there was a display of Indian dancing going on in one street!! There is very extensive second-handbookshop in Llangollen but that’s the third time in a row that I’ve visited it and come out without seeing anything I was tempted to buy. Got back to Taraloka about 4-ish.