Category: Dharma Journal

Too Simple

This morning I awoke to see a strong wind blowing nearly horizontally, throwing a mixture of snow and rain into a chaotic fury. An hour later, the weather transitioned into a sparkling display of...

Samsara Blues and Ho! Ho! Ho!

I want to write something uplifting for the season, but I made the mistake of listening to the news earlier. It was very depressing; children playing with the bones of human remains in the...

In Any Company, Happy

I wrote this on Friday the 13th and the day was rather uneventful. It is supposed to be unlucky, but I did not notice anything unusual. Actually, it was quite a nice day, albeit...

Digital Fountain Pen?

I am looking through a box of memorabilia and discover my grandfather’s fountain pens. They were handed down to my father and then to me. With a little loving care, the pens could be...

Watching the Fog Lift

Central Oregon recently experienced a few days of freezing fog. It was so dense it created small local snowfalls, made the road surfaces quite slick, and prevented planes from landing at our regional airport....

Sprouting Roots

I often muse about trees and their amazing resilience. They survive intense winds, rain, snow, hail and even lightning strikes. They do not complain, they simply bend with the energies present. There is a...

We Are the Ones We’ve Been Waiting For

Below is a Hopi prophecy for our times. It felt right to quote the entire message… You have been telling people that this is the Eleventh Hour, now you must go back and tell...

Electing Samsara

This morning, the sun arose in a cloudless sky—turquoise blue from horizon to horizon. Birds are flapping and preening while taking a drink at our water offering. The now bare trees, having shed their...

Words Worth?

I am writing this a few days before the 2024 presidential election. Both candidates have descended into a war of words warning about the opposition. It is not about policies, it is about personality....

Getting Used to It

The night is drawing a shade over a gray sky on this cold autumn day. I notice a chill more characteristic of winter teasing its way into the air as trees and plants retreat...