Then again, it’s like an immediate knowing that there’s no difference, no separation, between a favorite Ch’an koan – say, ‘The Buddha holds up a flower’ – and yesterday afternoon’s walk. And then there’s…

(So maybe there’s a different post and me and Karen C dance in quiet another time. Just a crap of this, this, this.) It begins as a poem – Green sequoia, blue sky, slight…

From Gary Snyder’s “The Practice of the Wild,” the essay ‘Blue Mountains Constantly Walking.’ – “We learn a place and how to visualize spatial relationships, as children, on foot and with imagination….The Chinese spoke…

I have no interest in talking, for a while, unless you have feathers, or four paws and a tail; you sway in the strong breeze in a leafy dance I can only dream about…

Monday morning I had scrambled eggs, peanut butter, and yogurt for breakfast. It was just supposed to be scrambled eggs and peanut butter – the eggs swapping out for the yogurt, like an even…

Conversations with my son Spenser are rather otherworldly. Fun and trying, breathlessly fluid and bumpety bump. I learn and I un-learn, all the while hopping along on something akin to the Goonie’s treasure map.…

Sorry to say my heart isn’t all-the-way in this space now, not like, say, three weeks ago. It just isn’t. If something shows up feeling worthy of your time, or at least silly enough,…

Saturday morning at the farmer’s market – chilly, nearly drizzly, clouded-in gray – I heard myself singing Lesley Gore’s “You Don’t Own Me.” Who can say why things go the way they go? I’m…

I saw a pumpkin on a stoop Friday. Fall’s quite special this year. At least for me. There’s a magnificent copper beech around the corner, and sometimes I go over and stand on the…

My computer was hacked. Everything was stolen. Any question or invitation from me is not me. And I’ll have no response to any question or comment. This space will be silent for  a while.