Notes on a Buddhist path

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.

The Crack in Everything

September 16, 2012 By | Leave a Comment

Washing 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.

Homage to a Noble Cat

August 21, 2012 By | 16 Comments

Yesterday evening as the sun was tipping its brilliant countenance towards the horizon, my dear cat, Clause, died in the warm embrace of my bedroom in the care of someone who was not me.

A Good Day

June 10, 2012 By | 1 Comment

As often happens on my Sunday writing day, I sit down at my computer and have no idea what I am going to scribe. Somehow, so far, grace and my muse have always found me.

Is there any I out there?

May 20, 2012 By | 4 Comments

As a writer my I is fixated on birthing pithy lines of prose and then killing all my little darlings, watching words emerge as perfect butterflies from ethereal cocoons only to pluck the wings from their temporal bodies in search of deeper meanings.

Blind ambition

May 5, 2012 By | 4 Comments

I’ve been awash in the words of Annie Dillard these past weeks. Reading “Pilgrim at Tinker Creek” and “The Writing Life” have been epiphanies and deep hard lessons in the way of words.

Happy is how I look

February 20, 2012 By | 8 Comments

Yesterday a new article of mine was posted at lifeasahuman.com. The subject of the piece, and more so the writing about it, brought up a bubbling well of emotions and ancient patterns that have never served me well.

Leonard Cohen, may I have this dance?

January 29, 2012 By | 12 Comments

The other day I realized I may never have sex again. Or learn to play the cello. Or ride the Orient Express. When you reach my stage in life a lot of the things you thought would have happened by now haven’t and things you thought would never end now have a looming expiration date.

Maybe…

September 2, 2011 By | 1 Comment

At last weekend’s meditation retreat with Ven. Bhikkhu Sona he told us about a nun in residence at Birken Forest Monastery. Her name is Sister Mon, but he calls Sister Maybe. If Ajahn Sona says “See you tomorrow” or “Have a good day” Sister Mon’s reply is always “Maybe.” Impermanence, or anicca, along with dukkha […]

End of Days

August 24, 2011 By | 6 Comments

My first shift as a bonafide hospice volunteer without the training wheels of the classroom and my mentor by my side was last Saturday. It was also the anniversary of my mother’s death, the first death I ever witnessed. I have welcomed the others that have followed. That may seem strange to some, but the […]

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