Notes on a Buddhist path

The Owl

December 14, 2014 By | 4 Comments

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 Comments

Are 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 Comments

To 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 Comments

I 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.

No body

February 16, 2014 By | 8 Comments

Last weekend I joined with three other women to write about our thoughts, our feelings, our perceptions of our bodies and the photos that portray our nude forms.

I think I am…

December 8, 2013 By | 12 Comments

It 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 Comments

It 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 Comments

My 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 Comment

In 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 Comments

It’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.

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