... with the K tribe ...

Five hours on a train to Durham and plenty of time to reflect on two full days at the Krishnamurti Centre ... WiFi curtailed to support peaceful ambience ... Cross Country Trains offer connection, at a price ... maybe later ... meanwhile, some writing, also abandoned since the ferry ... adjacent seat vacant until Oxford ... let's see how that turns out ...

Sunday taxi arrived just in time for warm welcome from Andrea ... no-one else about ... early to bed and not very early to rise the regime ... though no rules or structure, apart from meal times and requests to desist from smoking, drinking alcohol, playing music, radios ... books and films of the teachings available in the library ... the Centre simply beautiful, grounds and especially the Grove in full bloom ... surrounding bluebell woods full of colour and the elusive perfume in the dappled sunshine ...

Monday breakfast time offered first philosophers from the K tribe and a walk to the woods, pictured by a passing walker ... plenty to learn from fellow ramblers ... and an observation that a full day afloat from Santander to Portsmouth, boat full of fellow Brits, found no matching frequencies ... one brief interaction in a food queue, otherwise nothing ... maybe by mutual agreement, though chats with random strangers normally not unknown ... on the pilgrim trails the rucksack invites a cheery Hola, as common language discovered and conversation, brief or longer, often ensues ... being at Brockwood infers frequencies mostly on same wavelength and frequently resonating and matching, new information shared, deepening understanding (or common delusions) ...

Monday afternoon is for a second wander in the warm sunshine ... Shiraya, who helped with the booking and here in a staff role after time as a voluntary helper and next door neighbour during work week last year sharing ideas and converging on Place to Be concept ... timing to be seen, but cooperation and a visit strongly in the probability field ...

Tina, a student at the school, taking advantage of their offer of a retreat at the Centre, shares some insights, youthful energy and inspiration for the old generation ... from China, encouraged by her aunt who knows the teachings, she arrived at the school aged 14, free from fear, she says ... such a gift in a world where fear is promoted daily through mass media ...

Sunset in the Grove shared with Dusicka, from Slovenia, also here as a guest helper last time ... busy translating the films for subtitling ... an invitation to Slovenia ...

Tuesday morning's walk to West Meon is with Bhairavi, here from Toulouse via India, with her daughter, a prospective student at the school ... the afternoon bluebell walk shared with Dusicka and Mariella ... after all the solitary walking, there is company all the time ... and walking pace and distance more like resting ... not to mention a lack of rain ...

And so to the train, a walk to the stop with Shiraya, bus on time and comfortably at the station with 15 minutes to spare ... time for a random chat on the subject of death, the Samaritans poster at the end of the platform reminding the desperate that someone is ready to listen ...

As for Tribe, the concept is challenged ... no easy rides here, they challenge everything. .. some even daring to challenge the teachings ... itself, of course, quite in line with teaching about not accepting authority without question ...

And the mystery train neighbour? No sign, no neighbour to bother, plenty of space to spread out ... until Sheffield, when Chris, a neighbour from Weardale gets on and chats until York ... a journey through England, avoiding London, increasingly seen as a City State, along with other huge cities ... national boundaries in question anyway, since in the economic and therefore ultimate political power sphere, corporations operate globally ...

Two buses from Durham and time for some shopping for supper and the little cottage in Stanhope has survived the winter, no sign or smell of damp, just as it was left three months ago ... grass has grown and likely to be replaced with food plants ... bluebells have appeared and other species ... feeling rather like home ... for now ...