Category: Dharma Journal

Endings and Beginnings

My mother-in-law, Kitty (short for Katharine), passed away last Friday. Another life ends. Another life begins. One incarnation makes way for another. Those of us left behind will begin to live without Kitty, so...

Subtly Profound

The subtle wisdom of the desert speaks only to those who are willing to look beyond the obvious. Here at the Painted Hills, the obvious is the colorful multilayered hills. If one does not...

A Child’s Gift

Tarn and I often become informal naturalists, interpreting nature’s wisdom for the benefit of folks we randomly meet along the trail. Today we connect with a young family—mom, dad, and two youngsters. The children...

Flowering Wisdom

A profusion of white flowers growing along the highway entices us to pull over and investigate. The plant getting our attention is Sweet Coltsfoot (Petasites frigidus). It likes to grow where it can have...

Heartstrings of Presence

A masked man sits on one of the stacking chairs at the vaccine center after receiving his second shot. His back is against the wall far away from those in line to get inoculated....

Treasures

I was surprised to receive the gift of a Dudjom lineage treasure vase for my birthday. It was bestowed by the good heart of a sangha member. This particular vessel was created based on...

Wiggly Dharma

Some folks still believe the world is flat. I am convinced the construction industry is in this camp. Right now I am passing by a site platted for new homes. The area is mostly...

Digital Karma

I am getting ready for a Google Meet connection with Redmond High School to offer a presentation on Buddhism for a World Religion class. I get a dialog box that my browser is incompatible....

Leaning Into the Dream

In Buddhism, we are taught to view life as a kind of dream. The practice of dream yoga can help us do this through the process of lucidly recognizing dreams during sleep. We ‘wake...

Horsefeathers

I am looking out my living room window and notice feathers dropping from above. They float down from a juniper tree located near our bird feeder. When I walk outside and look up into...