Category: Dharma Journal

We are wandering in a vast meadow of wildflowers here in the Ochoco mountains. Wandering is our favorite kind of hike; it allows meandering at the whim of intuition. Tarn and I seem to...

My aging bones welcome the warmth of early summer-like weather, and I cannot resist the temptation to spend time on our back deck. I sit in a faux Adirondack chair overlooking our beautiful garden;...

I sit overlooking our garden and watch the insects, awakened by spring warmth, make their annual appearance. They explore the landscape for flowers and grasses, buzz about, and do whatever they do to play...

Although we are experiencing a moment of spring showers and light snow, the drought continues unabated. I am concerned for the land and animals this year, imagining dried flora and parched throats. The mule...

In my dream, I come across a new, improved water bottle being advertised to the hiking crowd. It looks like the basic Nalgene wide-mouth bottle, but the lid is odd. The screw-on cap appears...

A bright orange, black-speckled butterfly lands on a patch of freshly watered soil near our lavender plant. It repeatedly opens and gently closes its wings—and then I swear it does a little dance, turning...

The garden is calling me to do some work this morning, but first, I need to lay back on the dry winter grass that is beginning to awaken in the warmth of spring. A...

Since the advent of distant travel, humans haven’t been the only ones to take a trip. Seeds from plants originating in distant lands hitchhike on shoes and transports, falling to the ground in unfamiliar...

“Art is the unceasing effort to compete with the beauty of flowers—and never succeeding.” – Gian Carlo Menotti I have often wondered about the human’s need to create when everything necessary has already been...

One of the best ways to get to know an area is to learn its language. This helps us appreciate the way long-term inhabitants frame their world and, perhaps, offers us a glimpse into...