Category: Dharma Journal

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...

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...

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,...

The trail to Green Lakes is one of the busiest in the Central Oregon Cascades. One is lucky to find a parking spot near the trailhead. We decide to take a chance on this...

A very famous parable in Buddha’s teaching involves a stringed instrument called a veena. There are many variations of the story but the basic idea centers around the tautness of the strings. If they...

Fall colors indicate changing seasons and act as harbingers of hibernation: sap ceasing to flow, birds flying south, and some mammals looking for a place to den up for the winter. The natural world...

Mom is now on hospice care. The unmistakable signs of stilted breathing and dulling awareness indicate she is slipping away. Of course, no one knows how long the process will take, but her energy...

I find it strange I died last night My withered body quite a sight But here I am alive today Is this just another kind of play? I died last night. Everyone was properly...

It is an uncharacteristically warm day on the Oregon coast. The wind is light and about 68 degrees. We are walking a beach called Devil’s Kitchen. I am not sure how it got that...

I feel a touch of anxiety around Labor Day because the first day of school begins shortly thereafter.  As the weather begins to cool, a cold shiver creeps up my spine and I feel...