My root teacher in the Buddhist tradition frequently said, “When you notice the mind naturally settling, just continue in that.” This was his distilled guidance concerning meditative practice. He seemed to embody this, remaining...
Many world religions have prophecies about an apocalyptic end to our existence, and those who believe a certain way will be miraculously saved. I wrote a paper on the eschatology of Jesus’ message during...
Many years ago I attended a seminar presented by John Dobson, the “sidewalk astronomer.” He was offering his unique wit and wisdom regarding the cosmos from an observatory on top of Pine Mountain east...
I find working in the garden a good way to direct my energy. It seems good for the planet and definitely brings joy to me and Tarn—as well as the neighborhood. It is not...
Quaking Aspen leaves flutter and sparkle like little gold coins in the sunlight. A babbling brook speaks its truth through undulating rivulets, never saying the same thing twice. As a campfire dies, embers pulsate...
In my night time dream I am engaged in a discussion about thought. A man appears who wrote a book on the topic, and he seems to conclude thought is something that can be...
I am breathing the lovely moist air from a rare rain shower. It has been so incredibly dry, I feel like doing a Snoopy dance. My dance in the rain is accomplishing some tree...
I have fond memories of working alongside my grandfather as he fired up his forge and made something out of iron. He was a farmer, which means he had to be a jack of...
It is 7 am on Sunday. The crisp cool morning air belies yesterday’s excessive heat. Birds are batting their wings and pollinators begin to buzz about our wildflower garden. The freshness in the air...
I dream that I am teaching as usual at the Dharma Center and the atmosphere is quite somber. Those present in body and the folks joining via Zoom are like plastic figures. The scene...