I met some boulders left by the glacier, terminal moraine they’re called. I was flooded by Japanese memories of gardens I had known. I decided to bring a Japanese Garden to Durango, Colorado. It would include a tea pavilion where folk could drink tea and admire the beauty of the coiffed trees and the stone placement. There would be borrowed view of the mountains and a dry stream to suggest water.
I decided I didn’t have time to oversee that extensive a project. Probably not enough energy to do that and to run the White Dragon Tearoom too. So I let the Japanese Garden concept slip back to the place of good ideas.
I was hiking in the hills outside of town and I wandered into a natural Japanese Garden of stony outcrop and native trees. This would be the prototype garden that Japanese garden makers studied and duplicated in their gardens of restrained beauty. I sat and admired the perfect beauty and when i was done i faced North and took the view of the snow capped peaks of the La Plata Mountains.
In Japan and in America too, there are kilns known as anagama. They are wood fired for days and they are usually built up a hill so that the chambers of the kiln have different environments and different results in the ash and fire and air finish of the contents. The kiln glazes the pots. The term in Japanese to describe this phenomena is YoHen. I translate the word as the mind of the kiln. A potter never knows what will come forth from the anagrama. He can increase his likelihood of a specific result through trial and error and she never knows for sure. I am thinking lately that the world is YoHen and I just have to stay around for the kiln opening and see what emerges. Thunder/ Durango/ Wednesday/ March/Windy Day.