Category: Dharma Journal

Food for Thought

I watched a program on public broadcasting exploring the ideas of philosophy relating to food. Many ancient traditions look at food as medicine and the aesthetics of taste. How we discover our relationship with...

New Habit

Losar, the Tibetan Lunar New Year, began on February 12. The celebration continues for fifteen days during which all activities are multiplied by 100,000 times. Traditional Tibetan New Year preparations include deep cleaning of...

Reclamation: Holy Crap!

Two small lakes occupy space in the desert on the outskirts of Bend. They are a haven for waterfowl and associated wildlife. Ironically, they would not exist if it were not for our habit...

Falling Down

We are standing on the slope of a grassy hill overlooking the ashram. Our yoga training now involves balance postures. The instructor points out, “In order to find our balance, we must first overcome...

The Call of Wildness

I wonder what they think about us two legged mammals wandering their territory. Their eyes follow us, aware but unfazed by our presence. We give the horses a wide berth so as not to...

Desert Wisdom

Winter in the desert emphasizes the stark reality of arid climes—no water. Today, the grey/brown tinges of desiccated plant life predominates. Since we are hiking in the Dry River bed east of Bend, there...

Something Precious

When traveling in Kenya way back in 1975, I was humbled by a gentle man with a disarming smile. He lived amidst very challenging circumstances—barely supporting a family of five. They lived in a...

Tying Knots

So many lost doors Doors to hidden memories Some happy things Others wished to be forgotten Rising up at night They flavor what I see Apparitions cloaked in symbol Wisdom’s inviting mask  In dreamlike...

Naturally Ripened

When I chose the name for our Dharma center 25 years ago, I reflected on how mind and nature are interconnected. The Buddhist teachings seem to reflect that connection by suggesting the natural flow...

Oh, Deer!

A herd of ten mule deer are bedded down in our front yard as if this is their home, at least for now. They exhibit little fear when I open the door to greet...