Category: Dharma Journal

Crater Lake National Park, like all our parks, is being loved to death. Throngs of annual visitors hug the rim to get the best selfie, tromping beyond stone barriers meant to protect delicate wildflowers...

For the past twenty years or so, Tarn and I have hiked into a very rare and wondrous part of the old Cascades. These mountains are referred to as ‘old’ to distinguish them from...

Little beige caps are popping up in our lawn. Arising here and there, the mushrooms have a random sense of appearance. I always smile at this annual event because I know what I see...

My life partner, Tarn, is the consummate gardener. She loves doing the the little stuff with which I have less patience. Transplanting, pulling weeds, pruning, and dead-heading blossoms are all elements of her delight....

We put a lot of energy in the garden surrounding our home. Trees, shrubs, flowers, and vegetables are like friends inviting us to get our hands dirty. The remnants of our ever shrinking lawn...

I value the time I spend sitting on our front porch. It is a good place to practice settling my mind. Today a few swallowtail butterflies decide to drop in for a visit. One...

“This is just small potatoes.” That is what a young man told me in response to my suggestion that he think about the wildflowers his electric scooter was destroying. I was walking in a...

The lake’s mood is quite blustery today. The wind sweeps her hand over the surface, sending waves of silvery ripples across the deep blue that makes Crater Lake famous. Bands of bright water shimmer...

The sandy soil of our high desert habitat does not seem like it would be very hospitable to flora species. But given the right amount of moisture, the desert blooms in beautiful carpets of...

As it is my karma to be a Dharma teacher, I do the best I can. I teach the same thing in a variety of ways and hope it is of some benefit. Nevertheless,...