Author: Michael Stevens

Tarn and I are overlooking a patch of rare “pitcher plants” (Darlingtonia californica) at a protected area near the Oregon coastline. These plants are also known as “cobra lilies” because of their striking resemblance...

While savoring the beauty of the Ochoco Mountains and Big Summit Prairie, an area renowned for its unparalleled annual wildflower display, we notice a man taking photographs in a meadow filled with white and...

During private interviews, I sometimes get asked for guidance on whether one should do this or that. On occasion, I respond by saying, “If it’s your karma to do something, you’ll do it. I...

We have a wandering herd of mule deer in our neighborhood. They seem right at home, browsing on all the lovely trees and plants we humans hope will survive their munching. It is a...

Buddha’s awareness in his awakening revealed to him the fundamental essence of our existence remains constant and unchanging. This essential presence (Rigpa in Tibetan) is a natural trait  stripped of any artificial constructs and...

I often refer to an area east of Bend, an ancient channel in the landscape of what we now call a dry river. It has been thousands of years since water flowed regularly through...

I love landscaping—moving stuff around to create a space for plants and critters. But mostly I like to move rocks; the hard things that frame the soft things. I think my DNA memories must...

With all the wild change in our political and social realms, it is important to stop and recognize what is truly important. Krishanamurti said when we are seeking solutions to a problem we tend...

I was invited to speak at a protest rally with a unique twist. The event was titled “Joy, As Resistance,” and it was sponsored by a coalition of progressive churches in Bend. I usually...

Spring snowmelt and rain are conspiring to make the Deschutes run wild. I am hiking in the Riley Ranch Preserve and wander off the main path down the riparian access trail to the river...