Notes on a Buddhist path

A Boy, a Tiger, and a Tale of Suffering

February 11, 2013 By | 8 Comments

Walking out into the chill of the night after seeing “Life of Pi”, I didn’t believe in God, but I did have an overwhelming sense of drowning in suffering.

The Way Out

February 3, 2013 By | 5 Comments

The truth is our cravings are more akin to the bank robbers in Sweden than to any freedom of choice we think we are exercising.

Love in the age of emoticons

January 27, 2013 By | 8 Comments

11-year old Lucas Wilson writes with the wisdom and compassion of a being who has passed through life many times before. I don’t know Lucas, but I’d like to.

Tempest in my teapot

January 15, 2013 By | 14 Comments

It was as if the tempest in the teapot of my body had quelled and in the place of my libido was calm stillness. The yoke of longing had fallen away.

Goodbye, my friend

November 20, 2012 By | 9 Comments

Love and marriage herded the direction of my life towards a preponderance of animal companions. Over the years life and time had their way with us all.

Dear Patience

November 18, 2012 By | 11 Comments

I spoke with a friend this morning and the subject of patience came up. Or more precisely, impatience. Alright, it wasn’t just any impatience; it was mine.

Somebody that I used to know

November 4, 2012 By | 6 Comments

Since I started down the Buddhist path I’ve seen pieces of me change and morph into new semblances of what I define as this being called Tess.

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.

Filled with empty

April 23, 2012 By | 3 Comments

Surrendering into the spaciousness of life is like moving into a new home. What we loved most about it when we first walked through the door was its glorious emptiness.

Will that be one egg or two?

January 15, 2012 By | 4 Comments

My mother always used to say “to make an omelette, you gotta break a few eggs.” Or maybe that was Julia Child. In any case I got the message early on that sometimes things have to get messy before the good part shows up.

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