Showing posts with label Animals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Animals. Show all posts

Sunday, March 29, 2026

Dayan (Wild Goose) Chi Kung Exercises

Dayan (Wild Goose) Qigong Exercises

Bibliography, Links, Quotes, Notes, List of Movements
Research by Mike Garofalo

This Qigong form is one long continuous sequence of movements, much like a Taiji form.  There are many aspects of the Wild Goose

Watch UTube Video of Part One of Wild Goose Qigong

Qigong system as presented by Dr. Bingkun Hu of San Francisco.
 
I was practicing this Dayan form one autumn winter morning in my Sacred Circle Garden when a flock of Canadian Geese flew overhead.  The North Sacramento Valley is the winter home of birds from Canada.  Behold ... 'everything is holy now':


"A second Grandfather, he of the North, spoke again: 
"Take courage, younger brother," he said, "on earth a nation you shall make live, for yours shall be the power of the white giant's wing, the cleansing wing." 
Then he got up very tall and started running toward the north; and when he turned toward me, it was a white goose wheeling. I looked about me now, and the horses in the west were thunders and the horses of the north where geese. 
And the second Grandfather sang two songs that were like this:
"They are appearing, may you behold!
They are appearing , may you behold!
The thunder nation is appearing, behold!
They are appearing, may you behold!
They are appearing, may you behold!
The white geese nation is appearing, behold!"
- Black Elk Speaks, 1932, p. 22, as told to John G. Neihardt.




A post from October 2015.  

"In the north-west of China, high above the Himalayas, are the mystical Kunlun Mountains. Nearly 1700 years ago a hermit named Si Dao An (the Peaceful Way) observed the movements of the many wild geese that haunt the area and began to incorporate these bending, stretching, twisting and fluttering techniques into a health-enhancing routine called the Dayan Gong or Wild Goose Qigong.  Since then over 30 generations have taught this skill to the world.  The 27th generation inheritor, Grandmaster Yang Mei-Jun (who died in 2002 aged 107) was the first to open the Dayan Gong outside China ...  through Master Tse Wei Jing Who is the only authorised senior instructor of the Kunlun Mountains Qigong in the East of England." 
-   Julian Wilde, Norwich Tse Tai Chi

 

 

"Wild Goose Qigong belongs to the Kunlun School, so it is also called Kunlun School Qigong.  This school began in the Sichuan Province in China.  The most famous practitioner of Wild Goose Qigong was Dao An, who spread it during the Jin Dynasty (265-420 A.D.).  Because he was the most famous teacher of Wild Goose Qigong, he was crowned as its founder by later generations.   Later on, Wild Goose Qigong spread to northern China, and was kept by Wan Li at Wutai Mountain.  Emperor Qian Long, during the Qing Dynasty (1368-1840 A.D.), promoted religion and established temples all over the country so that Wild Goose Qigong could be passed down to the present."
-   By Hong-Chao Zhang, Wild Goose Qigong, p 12

 

 

"Dayan Qigong is a content-rich set of system consisting of two categories: dynamic and silent. For the former, the routine forms imitate wild goose's shape, movements or even habits, with the aim letting the internal energy flow smoothly within the body along the channels and meridians, thus moving away the thwarting blocks. In a whole, all forms shine out the feeling of wonderful harmony consisting both softness and hardness, of unrestrainedness, simpleness, and lightness. Also, some strange feeling may arise to the heart that seems to fly over the wild stretch of ocean and the vastness overpowers all consciousness." 
-   Dayan Qigong 



Sunday, February 15, 2026

Winter Scenes


Nearly all of the photographs on this blog are taken by Karen Garofalo.
A bee enjoys some tasty Tuscan Rosemary blossoms.
Photos from 2013-2016




A lizard crawls over some Chickweed.

"Which is better off, a lizard basking in the sun or a philosopher?"
-  Ursula K. Le Guin, Changing Planes










Acacia tree in bloom.




Minature horses grazing in green pastures, an almond orchard in white bloom, and a dusting of snow on the Yolly Bolly mountains to the west.  Karen and I enjoyed this dramatic February view from our backyard from 1998-2016.  





The McCloud River near where it flows into Shasta Lake.




Karen enjoys the McCloud River scenery.





Wednesday, April 09, 2025

Potholes State Park, Yurt Camping, Day 3

Potholes State Park, Washington State

Potholes State Park, Eastern Central Washington State

Columbia National Wildlife Refuge

Columbia National Wildlife Refuge - Wikipedia

"Birdsong by day, coyote chorus by night. Dramatic cliffs and rimrock sit side-by-side with lakes, potholes, and marshes. Desert denizens and waterfowl sharing the same rugged landscape.

Comprising nearly 30,000 acres, Columbia National Wildlife Refuge is a scenic mixture of rugged cliffs, canyons, lakes, grasslands and sagebrush. The combination of lakes and surrounding irrigated croplands, combined with generally mild winters and the protection provided by the refuge, attracts large numbers of migrating and wintering mallards, Canada geese, tundra swans and other waterfowl."

Columbia National Wildlife Refuge is a scenic mixture of rugged cliffscanyons, lakes, and sagebrush grasslands. Formed by fire, ice, floods, and volcanic tempest, carved by periods of extreme violence of natural forces, the refuge lies in the middle of the Drumheller Channeled Scablands of central Washington. The area reveals a rich geologic history highlighted by periods of dramatic activity, each playing a major role in shaping the land. The northern half of the refuge, south of Potholes Reservoir, is a rugged jumble of cliffs, canyons, lakes, and remnants of lava flows. This part of the Scablands, known as the Drumheller Channels, is the most spectacularly eroded area of its size in the world and was designated as a National Natural Landmark in 1986.

Moses Lake City, Washington, (27,000 Population)

Othello, Washington






















Tuesday, April 08, 2025

Potholes State Park, WA, Yurt Camping Trip, Day 2

Potholes State Park, WA, Yurt Camping Trip, Day 2


Potholes State Park, Eastern Central Washington State

Columbia National Wildlife Refuge

Columbia National Wildlife Refuge - Wikipedia

"Birdsong by day, coyote chorus by night. Dramatic cliffs and rimrock sit side-by-side with lakes, potholes, and marshes. Desert denizens and waterfowl sharing the same rugged landscape.

Comprising nearly 30,000 acres, Columbia National Wildlife Refuge is a scenic mixture of rugged cliffs, canyons, lakes, grasslands and sagebrush. The combination of lakes and surrounding irrigated croplands, combined with generally mild winters and the protection provided by the refuge, attracts large numbers of migrating and wintering mallards, Canada geese, tundra swans and other waterfowl."

Columbia National Wildlife Refuge is a scenic mixture of rugged cliffscanyons, lakes, and sagebrush grasslands. Formed by fire, ice, floods, and volcanic tempest, carved by periods of extreme violence of natural forces, the refuge lies in the middle of the Drumheller Channeled Scablands of central Washington. The area reveals a rich geologic history highlighted by periods of dramatic activity, each playing a major role in shaping the land. The northern half of the refuge, south of Potholes Reservoir, is a rugged jumble of cliffs, canyons, lakes, and remnants of lava flows. This part of the Scablands, known as the Drumheller Channels, is the most spectacularly eroded area of its size in the world and was designated as a National Natural Landmark in 1986.

Moses Lake City, Washington, (27,000 Population)

Othello, Washington





























Monday, January 27, 2025

Killer Smoke- Choke!


Killer Smoke- Choke!

By Mike Garofalo


Black skies filled with Wildfire smoke
From a Racing Tsunami of Fire and ash;
Putrid Smog, Killer Smoke- Choke!

Firetrucks loaded and ready to go
firefighters getting some hard-earned cash,
Black skies filled with Wildfire smoke.

Flaming chaparral and trees all aglow
houses burned to cinders in a flash;
Putrid Smog, Killer Smoke- Choke!

Just cut the trees down, heave-ho.
Obey King T, or FEMA funds slashed.
Black skies filled with Wildfire smoke.

People, pets, and animals all died below
the roaring scorching blaze so fast;
Putrid Smog, Killer Smoke- Choke!

Fires in the hills and mountains we know
are the West Coast’s nemesis at last:
Black skies filled with Wildfire smoke
Putrid Smog, Killer Smoke- Choke!

A Requiem for Tragedies

West Coast Firestorm Disasters:
Astoria WA in 1922..
Pacific Palisades in 2025..
San Francisco in 1906..
Bandon in 1936..
Seattle in 1889..
San Diego County in 2003..
Tillamook Forest in 1933..



Also, by Mike Garofalo

Highway 101 and Hwy 1

25 Steps and Beyond: Collected Works

At the Edges of the West, Volume 2

Sunday, January 26, 2025

A Fork in the Crypto Road

 A Fork in the Crypto Road
By Mike Garofalo


We stopped for coffee in Forks WA one day
on the way to Crescent Lake’s forest shade.
The barista smiled, polite, earned a tip.
We sipped and talked about Rips in Time,
splittings, divergences, separations between
Crypto-beings versus real creatures we can find.
Cryptozoology, not bitcom crypto schemes, but
plenty of amazing pseudo-science scuttlebutt.
Yes, Cryptids living by the Quillayute River
or by its incoming Bogachiel or Sol Duc streams.
Or, four Chupacabras in La Push.
Or, Big Foot and Little Foot
      crossing the Hwy 101 road at dusk.


Forks pretends to host Vampires,
teenage blood suckers on the night prowl,
teenage Werewolves howling, running fast,
Humans afraid of these creatures’ wrath.

Human, not so human, called by the Night,
confused, resisting, teenagers losing the fight
against inner demons and lusty needs
and ordinary life with real human beings.

Many beings eat, fight and kill to survive,
wily, tricky, stealthy, with a hunter’s pride.
The Horned God has history on his side.
Hunger keeps us all on the Edge,
ready to amorally pounce from a hedge
and slaughter or harvest creatures just ahead.
We are all Vampires
rising from the dead. Its said,
Living and dying scenes
are sometimes seen in vivid Red.

Books and movies started it all,
now all Fork’s stores sell
    Vampire and Werewolf dolls.
Motel rooms are decorated in Twilight themes.
Crypto-Reality, fantasies, fictions,
    magical scenes.

Drawing thousands of titillated tourists here.
Happy Forkers counting more dollars there.


Its said that
Big Foot roams the nearby lush Hoh woods
seeking a lean Sasquatch Lady with big boobs.
She temporarily hides her alluring charms
    from clumsy Big Foot’s fingers and arms,
Carrying a Sasquatch-Yeti baby in her arms.

Why do we often picture and portray
Big Foot as a lonely male, a hairy ugly guy,
a grumpy solitary fellow,
without a female, family, friend,
or clan at his side.

And, we have Paul Bunyan, The Logger Man,
a machine of a man, with Babe, his Blue Ox,
dragging logs from the land; plundering
forests till their gone, then moving on.
Nowadays, from Quinault firs
to Humboldt coastal mountain pines,
diesel logging trucks packed full are the rule.
There's a huge statue of Paul the Lumberjack
his axe and Ox, in Requa-Klamath CA,
at the Trees of Mystery,
along Highway 101 to this very day.


Also, by Mike Garofalo

Highway 101 and Hwy 1

25 Steps and Beyond: Collected Works

At the Edges of the West, Volume 2

Wednesday, January 08, 2025

Eye to Eye Memories from Cape Disappointment

 Eye to Eye Memories

Raccoon in a tree:
me looking at him
him looking at me

Deer at a mailbox:
me looking at her
her looking at me

Two eyes looked at two eyes—
Four eyes make memories
for a curious raccoon and me
or a white-tailed doe and me.

Animals in the forests, swamps, clearings
at Cape Disappointment, in January—
Memories of Seeing:
others as they seem to be,
Beachcombers searching carefully
focused clearly and true
Looking around by my shoes
right 
before my very eyes
A happy dog runs to my side
seeing is believing some believe
Many clouds and wind, rain will come
"I saw it" is a claim to truth
A Seaview Cafe sign says "closed"
seeing gives birth to memories
A stray cat begs for food from me
memories give context to what I see
The Big Picture is my biggest scheme
    the gestalt I see
    sets the stage background for me
I invent what is seen
Did I imagine or did I see?
He testified "I saw..."
what I saw is a memory
A seagull searched the sand
    the new glasses helped me see
    my memories more clearly
I forget most of It—
sleep caused me not to see
Not talking increased what I saw
watching someone talking
children yelled, we looked
I remembered, I forgot
memories weaken, pictures fade
I remembered to look, fortunately
remember, two eyes is all you need
    Seeing the 101 North sign
    my memories aligned geographically
Did I see a tree or a memory?
without memories it is
    just a blur to see—

The Raccoon and I met on North Jetty Road,
he between two spruce trees on a branch,
and I, sitting in the shade, entranced;
For our quick and passing Glance,
    assessing dangers with four eyes—

Reading opens up my open eyes
memorizing a poem brings it to life
naming what you see builds memories
watching someone talking
Seeing and Looking and Saying What—

Did I really see that or just imagined it all?
For the reader, writer, speaker, audience;
Who makes the call?
Real or imagined, fiction or fact—

Dali's drooping melted clock
Pollack's abstract overdubbed sprays
Van Gogh's perfect rolling clouds
Memories hanging paintings in my mind

That Racoon's mask and eyes
    are still looking back in my head.
    The Raccoon was real,
    Not so sure that I
        was very real
        in my head
        anyway.

[Is that Real or real? God or god?
A painting or a photograph?]



 

 


25 Steps and Beyond Anthology
by Michael Peter Garofalo


Highway 101 and Hwy 1

Stepping Over Epiphanies

Haiku - North Sacramento Valley

A Fork in the Crypto Road

Exhibits at the Cyber Garden Gazebo: TextArt

At the Edges of the West

A Wreck Ahead Comes Into View

Cloud Hands Blog

Stuck in Some Concrete Poetry

Pulling Onions: 1,000 One Liners

Four Days at Grayland Beach

Meetings with Master Chang San Feng

25 Steps and Beyond Anthology

More Poetry by Mike Garofalo

Poetry Research

Five Senses

Fireplace Records Koan Collection

the scissors of my decisions

more to come ...

 

Friday, October 18, 2024

So long, Bruno

Our dog, Bruno, and was a great pal for Karen and I.

During the first 5 years of his active life, Bruno lived in Red Bluff, California. We lived on a five-acre parcel of land in the country.  Bruno ran everywhere on that property, dug holes, hunted gophers, ran through the fields, played with visitors, took walks with me, and lollygagged in our ponds on hot summer days. He was a well behaved dog, curious, and friendly with people. He was a muscular, strong, sturdy, and powerful dog.




We moved to the suburbs in Vancouver, Washington, in 2017. We live on a small lot with a nice back yard. Bruno mostly became an indoor house dog.  Bruno and I took walks together in our neighborhood. He was a good walker on a leash.


It gets cool and damp in
Vancouver, WA, from
October to April.
Walkers, man and dog,
need good clothes.



Bruno got along well with the Flinn dogs.



The aging Bruno


We hung out together on the back porch.
His bed had an insulated cushion, blanket,
and extra blankets to cover him up with.
We seldom had a fire.



Bruno liked to sleep in my study while
I used my computer and played music.



He played with Roxy.



Back porch sunbathing.




Playing with a dog-toy and Charlie dog.



Hanging out in the back yard.



Nap Time, Old Buddy.









In his final months, we nursed a ugly tumor
on the back of right paw, and gave him
medicine for the three other tumors on
his 12 year old body.



We played with his dog toys. We wrestled and hugged.  We sometimes slept together on the floor.

In the last three years, Bruno began to "talk" more with squeals, moans, grunts, puffs. He made us laugh.

He was trained to ring a bell by the back door when he need to go to the toilet outdoors. He always did so.

Our extended family all delighted in Bruno's company, and he was a polite guest at other's houses.

Bruno was steady, active, alert, intelligent, and a well behaved house dog in Vancouver.

We all age. We all get weaker. We all face poor health. We all die.

Bruno has been sick from cancer for the past four months. Bruno died today, October 18, 2024.  

Bruno lived a very good life for 12 years. I will be one to miss you at lot, old buddy.




Tuesday, April 04, 2023

Bill Asked "Did Freya's Puppy Have Buddha Nature?"

 The Fireplace Records, Chapter 14


Bill and Frank were talking about their family dogs.  

Bill said, "My big old farm dog, Rowdy, a male Rottweiler, was quite ill.  He could not walk anymore, and was in obvious pain.  He weighed over 110 pounds.  Heartworm disease and worn out joints led to his demise. I have buried four of our family dogs."

Frank said, "My own dog is quite ill right now.  As you know, Bill, my dog, Freya, she is a big old house dog, a Mastiff, 120 pounds. I feel so sorry for her. She has been such a good companion for April and I. Hard to care for Freya. She can't get up, she can't eat. She is having trouble breathing."

Bill said, "I hope Freya can recover somehow.  She is such a charming old big dog.  Love her Brendel colored coat.  She is a friendly drooling monster. Her bark is louder than the Yunmen's shout."

Bill asked, "I wonder if Joshu might have asked "Did Freya's puppy have Buddha Nature?"

Frank responded, "I surely missed her Buddha Nature after she was gone."


A Student's Considerations:

Will you miss them when their gone?
From one generation to the next---then gone.
A dog's barking, begging, whining, sniffing, walking, birthing, dying.
If Buddha is a dried shit stick, then dogs are ready to play.  
Dogmatists are less useful than dogs.
Can't stand or walk or eat---your finished.  
Observe carefully when you really miss something or someone.
Love and caring linger in out grief.



Freya's Puppy 2016


Old Tired Freya in 2023
Freya died on April 3, 2023






Related Links, Resources, References


BOS 18  Book of Serenity, Case 18 Zhaozhou's Dog
GB 01  Gateless Barrior, Case 1, Joshu's Dog
BOS 69  Nanquan's "Cows", Case 69

Refer to my Cloud Hands Blog Posts on the topic of Koans/Dialogues.

The Daodejing by Laozi    Best? 

Pulling Onions  Over 1,043 One-line Sayings by Mike Garofalo

Chinese Chan Buddhist and Taoist Stories and Koans

Taoism

Buddhism

Fireplaces, Stoves, Campfires, Kitchens, Pots, Firewood

Chinese Art

Tai Chi Chuan and Qigong

Meditation Methods

Zen Koan Books I Use

Koan Database Project

Koan Database Project: Subject Indexes to Koan Collections



Sparks: Brief Spiritual Stories, Dialogues, and Encounters
Matches to Start the Kindling of Insight
May the Light from Your Inner Fireplace Help All Beings
Taoist, Chan Buddhist, Zen Buddhist, Philosophers
Catching Phrases, Inspiring Verses, Koans, Meditations
Indexing, Bibliography, Quotations, Notes, Resources
Research by Michael P. Garofalo

The Fireplace Records
By Michael P. Garofalo







Tuesday, March 29, 2022

Legends of the Cowlitz Indian Tribe

I have enjoyed reading the following book:

Legends of the Cowlitz Indian Tribe.  By Roy I. Wilson.  Cowlitz Tribe, 1998. 401 pages.  

Mr. Wilson suggests to us, or maybe just to Cowlitz Peoples, that we personally identify with aspects of these legends and stories:

"As you read these ancient stories you might possibly recognize yourself as a Coyote, Bear, Cougar, Beaver, or some other type of Animal Person.  Your community is the legend, and the legend is your community; also, you are the legend, and the legend is you.  As you read these legends see if you can recognize yourself in these stories.  Look and find other members of your community in these legends.  When you look at the legends with the understanding that you are the legend and the legend is you, then you will look for each of the animal characteristic within yourself.  It will be at this point that these legends will become more that just stories.  They will become a guide to the way you live your life.  At the end of each legend, or versions of a legend, you will find a section titled "LESSONS."  An attempt is made here to give the basic teaching or purpose of the legend, along with other lessons that the legend teaches us.  It is here that the basic understandings of the animals becomes important in order that we might understand these animal characteristics in our own individual lives and be able to interpret the legend personally, that is, to be able to make a personal application of it to our own lives."
-  Roy I. Wilson, p. 13

Native Legends of Oregon and Washington.  Collected by Franz Boas.  1893. 

 

Cowlitz Indian Tribe 

"The Cowlitz Indian Tribe is a growing force in community building in what are now Clark, Cowlitz, Lewis and parts of Pierce, Skamania and Wahkiakum Counties, a vast territory occupied by numerous Cowlitz villages prior to non-Cowlitz exploration and seizure.  Today, an elected Tribal Council is composed of professionals adept at managing multiple programs and projects. Tribal members engage in a rich cultural practice of old Cowlitz lifeways such the Smelt, Salmon and River Ceremonies.  They join coastal tribes in Canoe Journeys on major waterways.  They drum and sing at ceremonies throughout the year and as called upon for funerals, naming ceremonies, healings and celebration.  The Cowlitz Pow-Wow is one of the largest in southern Washington.  The Cowlitz Tribe is a significant employer and contributor to local economies."  A large Indian Casino and Hotel, ilani, near the town La Center, part of a Cowlitz Indian Reservation town near the Lewis River. 

The Lower Cowlitz people, with over 30 settlements and long houses, lived along the Cowlitz River from current Longview on the Columbia River north to Toledo.  The Upper Cowlitz lived in the area from Mossyrock to Packwood and up into Yakima territory over White Pass. 

Cowlitz Indian Tribe History   "The name Cowlitz means "seeker" in a spiritual sense, according to some Cowlitz living today. Place Names of Washington also spells the name as "Ta-wa-l-litch," which meant "capturing the medicine spirit," referring to the Cowlitz practice of sending their youths to the river' s prairies to seek their tomanawas, or spirit power."

The Cowlitz River flows from the canyons behind the southeast side of Mt. Ranier down the broad Cowlitz River Valley, almost prairie like at times, flowing west past the Clowlitz Farm near Toledo, then flowing south to the Columbia River at Longview/Kelso/Ranier.  The Toutle River meets the Cowlitz near present day.

Cowlitz People - Wikipedia

Cowlitz Indian Tribe  Official Website

Lower Cowlitz Language

"Lower Cowlitz is a Salishan language of Washington state, related to Chehalis. The people's original name for themselves was Stl'pulmsh-- Cowlitz was the name of the river whose banks they lived on. The Upper Cowlitz, whose traditional homelands are located further up the same river, are a Sahaptin tribe who spoke a dialect of the unrelated Yakama language. Neither Cowlitz Salish nor Cowlitz Sahaptian are spoken as first languages today, but the Cowlitz tribes are working on reviving their traditional languages, as well as the Chinook Jargon trade language that was used extensively in this region."

Being Cowlitz: How One Tribe Renewed and Sustained Its Identity.  By Christine Dupres.  Seattle, University of Washington Press, 2014. Bibliography, 160 pages.  FVRL. 

The Cowlitz tribe completed a yearly cycle where they inhabited locations during certain seasons and harvested seasonal crops, in preparation for cold winter months. The season started in spring, when the Cowlitzes left their cedar houses along the river and streams by traveling via canoe and horseback to harvest camas bulbs, roots, barks, and grasses to make mats, fishnets, and basketry. Followed by the arrival of summer, where they would move into the higher country to pick and harvest seasonal berries. Lastly, followed by the return to fall, where the Cowlitzes would return to their cedar homes along the river to harvest Salmon, for the upcoming season. Generally, hunting and fishing were practiced all year round, but only roots and fruits had to be harvested seasonally."

Cowlitz People Annual Activities Cycle   Fishing, hunting, gathering, foraging, resources for food and clothing. 





 


Friday, October 08, 2021

Sitting with a Dying Friend

 The dying mountain gorilla, Ndakasi, in the arms of his close friend, Andre Bauma.  




Thursday, September 28, 2017

Films about Vegetarianism

Karen and I have recently watched a number of "documentary" films on Netflix dealing with the impact of excessive meat eating on individuals, communities, and our environment.  Also, we have read a number of books on the subject.  In addition, my cardiologist recommends a change in my own eating habits. 






Saturday, February 20, 2016

A Beaver in Our Back Yard

We have lived in a rural area in the North Sacramento Valley since 1998.  Our home is on a five acre parcel of land.  There are two small ponds on our property that attract many species of wildlife.  

Over the years, we have observed numerous wild mammals on our property: bats, coyotes, ferral cats, foxes, gophers, mice, moles, possums, raccoons, rats, and skunks.  

This week, our next door neighbor, Debbie, called us and said that a beaver was in her back yard.  There is a large pond west of Debbie's home and property. 

Yes, a beaver!!  Very curious.  Very unusual.  Pictured below.  

Mrs. Murphy, who lives 120 yards east of us, told us that beavers lived in her large pond a few years back.  





Beavers

The Spirit of Gardening

Animals

Animals around our Home and Gardens