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Dreaming of Danger
Dreaming of Danger I was chased through the night by men from a homeschooling cult that called itself the Church of the Latter-Day Saints. (No relation, except in my mind, to the LDS religion or to...
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Foundation Plantings
I think it was Tolstoy who dreamed of many lives woven into one—farmer in the morning, artist in the afternoon and philosopher in the evening. In Zen we advocate another version of this integrated...
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New Work
Abandoning the pointed lance of their winter darkness, the beech leaves leap quietly into plain view— still small and feathery as they commence their mighty seasonal work of nourishment.
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Right Here
Leaves flutter on the trees outside my window. Through the closed window, the low roar of rushing civilization in the far distance comes to my ears. This quiet early morning I remain steadfastly...
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Between Apathy and Apoplexy
I have been avoiding thinking about politics recently, happy that we have a President who shares my views on general reality as well as on the necessity of government action to protect us from the...
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Begin Again
My new stonewall isn’t going so well. I had begun a series of smallish terraces behind our new addition to follow the step-like rising of the siding and hide the cement foundation below. I began with...
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Hi Mom
I’m thinking this morning of my mother and my wife and my daughter and mothers everywhere—giving birth to other human beings and thereby open themselves to the great joys and sorrows of never-ending...
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The Song of Life
The rain has quieted things down this morning. It was pouring just a little while ago as I lay warm in my bed in the dark in my new bedroom. Now it has stopped and the contrast sounds silent. Just the...
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Maybe
I write a phrase, then wait for what follows. Then hold still as nothing more comes. Then I delete the first words and fall back into silence. Maybe all that has been written before is enough. Maybe...
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300,000 Words
When the COVID lockdown began in earnest in mid-March 2020, I decided it would be a good idea to write a morning reflection to send to friends, students and acquaintances as a gesture of solidarity and...
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