Category: Dharma Journal

I met a man in my neighborhood who just returned from the hospital after suffering an anxiety attack. He thought it was a heart attack. I remember when I was dealing with my father’s...

A surprising number of trucks are parked along the road paralleling the Crooked River below Bowman Dam. The season is open and fly fishing is in full swing on this popular shallow river snaking...

The Tamil culture in southern India and Sri Lanka traditionally eat with their fingers. The food is often placed on a banana leaf. A Tamil saying goes something like this: “Eating a meal with...

We are walking through our ‘back forty,’ an undeveloped area near our home. I see signs of green sand lily foliage that will host beautiful white blossoms in a few weeks. Their spidery leaves...

I savor those wonderful winter-into-spring days when the air is crisp, the sun is out, and the desert begins to come alive. Today, Rodman Rim hosts a dusting of snow, but down below where...

I was walking down the street in our neighborhood and came upon a small painted river rock, about three inches in diameter, leaning against a fence adjacent to the sidewalk. The word ‘kind’ was...

Tarn and I go for a daily walk in our neighborhood. Many of our neighbors are doing the same these days, as it is one of the ‘safe’ activities amid social distancing recommendations to...

Closing the Dharma Center for a few weeks is a strange but somewhat inspiring experience. Although the space is empty of people, I can feel the energy of all our chants emanating. They resonate...

As one who is prone to fear and anxiety, I find myself strangely calm amidst this storm of news about the corona virus. Fear is such a potent poison and I have lived with...

The Deschutes is running full even though it is still winter. Unseasonably balmy weather has caused snow to melt in the high country, producing a high volume of water in rivulets and streams swelling...