Category: Dharma Journal

Heart Essence of the Dakinis

Sometimes, the essential teachings are referred to as the “dakini’s warm breath.” Dakini is our original wisdom nature, the feminine side of our pure awareness. She dances in the elements: earth, water, fire, wind,...

Nothing to Hold

I am listening to a news report about a woman who lost everything in the Paradise, California, fire. She and her two children survive but her home and possessions are reduced to ash. Her...

Joy and Appreciation

Joy and appreciation. My root teacher used these two words many, many times. The qualities of joy and appreciation help us overcome nearly all the challenges of living a compassionate life. When all else...

City Canyons

Walking through the high rise canyons of Portland, I am filled with awe and sadness. Humans have such a capacity to create beautiful tall buildings that house huge numbers of businesses and people. These...

Petrified Wood and Sage Wisdom

As the sun angles steepen in late fall, colors of nature seems more vibrant. Junipers exhibit bark that appears redder than usual, a stark contrast to the gray-green field of rabbit brush and sage....

Courage and Compassion

Entering a room, I scan for safety. Who do I know? Is there a defensible position, ie. a corner where I can control my space. Where’s the bathroom? Where are the exits? In times...

Lost and Found

When meditation practice ripens and our attachment to the ego-self begins to erode, we wonder what its all about. All the meaning we have assigned to the appearance of external objects and how we...

No One Prays

As I mentioned previously, my mother sleeps most of the time now and is in hospice care. Sometimes she goes so deep into the bardo of sleep, I cannot rouse her. Today I visit with...

Noticing

As I sit to quiet my mind, I watch thoughts form in my stream of awareness. I notice various textures and colors. One thought may have a charge of aggressive red energy and another...

Lessons

My mother spends most of her time sleeping now as she lives her final moments. Sometimes she is so deep in the bardo of sleep she is difficult to arouse. When she momentarily awakens,...