Author: Michael Stevens

The Real Problem—and Solution

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...

Sprouting Kindness

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...

Rising in the Mist

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...

A Place to Land

His eyes were very kind but he had a somewhat detached presence. After all, I was a white guy showing up unannounced at his adobe home on First Mesa in the Hopi lands. I...

The Thrill of Trillium

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep us here All simply in the springing of the year. This excerpt...

Writing Beyond Words

When I was a senior in high school, my English teacher said to me, “Whatever you do in your adult life, it should include writing. You should be a writer.” It took me another...

Ritual Of Randomness

Winter has returned with a momentary flurry of energy (pun intended). The flakes fall and accumulate into a white blanket, creating a stark contrast to the crocus leaves beginning to pop out everywhere. Little...

Lomatium Lullaby

I know, I know, it is still winter. But that will not keep us wildflower enthusiasts from searching for the first spring blooms. Tarn and I took a Losar wander into the wilds in...

Tossing the Ego’s Playbook

It only takes a cursory scan of world history to see a number of stubborn recurrences. Inequitable economies, divisive political ideologies, religious wars, and dictatorships—these fill volumes of history. I think we could write...

Out of Nothing

Twenty-two degrees with bright sun in a cloudless sky—there is nothing better than this on a cold winter’s day. I am standing with my back to the white garage door. It reflects the sun...