“Jenny said when she was just five years old there was nothin’ happening at all.” — The Velvet Underground I know the feeling. Coming to this sacred blog space, it’s Monday night, and (in…

I was telling Jorge over coffee yesterday how much I like Trader Joe’s. When I walk into the Trader Joe’s here in San Luis Obispo it feels like attending a party. Some people go…

Ongoing Friday in concert: The wildly integrated Beach Boys. Nothing appears in this blog space accidentily.

I’d like to point out, much to my delight and hopefully yours, that on my hike at Johnson Ranch Monday on my birthday I was able to pause a while and most gently pat…

Butterflies flutter about me. Dragonflies cruise past, I swear I hear their laughter. Mountains and hillsides dance in the sunlight, as I do. All this, even on the hardest days. Holding close the bodhisattva…

Why this photo and not from dozens of others – my former wife Susan and me – I don’t know. I sit still, and guests arrive. Something like that. Deep in the heart of…

I snapped this photograph cruising around Sauvie Island just north of Portland in Oregon, likely in the spring or summer of 2009. Not long after I’d moved into Portland right around this time in…

I took the long way around back from hiking the Johnson Ranch trails Wednesday, including one marked “Closed.” That “No” sign I stepped around, giggling and spreading my arms into the morning, honoring my…

Sunday night, 6:45, I stepped outside and into the middle of the trailer park street to look at the stars. Orion’s Belt, my fave, has been absent on my journeys out after meditation, 4am,…

Let me begin by saying it has become akin to impossible for me to be influenced by anything said or written which appears as “life instruction.” There were those days, and now there aren’t.…