There was an owl that was a constant sight on my daily walks of the summer. I would spot him sitting still and silent, a graven image of my misplaced idolatry.
Unbecoming
September 1, 2014 By | 8 CommentsAre we so different from the stars? A poem for now and the big bang waiting inside all of us.
An Extra Ordinary Retreat
April 21, 2014 By | 6 CommentsTo be walking in meditation with mindful curiosity and encounter diamonds glittering on a sea of green was a moment of exquisite awe. Those seconds that followed where my mind organized the raindrops perched on leaves and blades of grass shifted the presence and separated me from the connection with all that had just arisen.
The Sizzle
March 30, 2014 By | 2 CommentsI so easily lose myself in the sensory interludes of time, relishing the bombastic flourishes of misappropriated meanings in a temporal and all too fleeting world.
I think I am…
December 8, 2013 By | 12 CommentsIt isn’t that I think therefore I am. A more apt summation of our human condition is I think I am, therefore I think I have form and sensations, perceptions, mental formations and consciousness, in sum the Five Aggregates of Buddhism.
Living on the edge
June 30, 2013 By | 8 CommentsIt was near the beginning of my bus ride and the end of my book when a tiny spider showed up on the page I was reading. Her arrival was quite auspicious.
The 20% Solution
April 1, 2013 By | 3 CommentsMy assignment: cut 20% of extraneous duties out of my life. No musts, no have-tos, only to answer this question: what would two hours of beauty look like?
Nothing, thank you
October 28, 2012 By | Leave a CommentIn the midst of all my thoughts I stopped the petitions to the future and reminded myself of the delicious presence surrounding me. For the briefest of milliseconds I was in the arms of nothing.
Ground Control
October 21, 2012 By | 5 CommentsIt’s funny how clear and mindful one can be when illness is a thought playing in your head vs. the sensory experience of snot dripping from your nose, your head feeling like a Zeppelin, and your body aching so much from relentless fits of hacking that you’re sure you’ve just coughed up a portion of your lung into the toilet.
The Crack in Everything
September 16, 2012 By | Leave a CommentWashing dishes in the warm ease of a recent morning, something shifted in me. As I rinsed a glass and placed it on my dish rack a beam of sunlight bounced through the tumbler and changed my life forever.
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