November 24, 2018
Thanksgiving inspires diverse discussions about gratitude. Recently, a friend asked me how I experience gratitude. Is it a thought? Does it arise in my experiential body, beyond where thinking reaches? Does it begin with a thought and then seep into feeling? Is gratitude something else altogether?
Since I didn’t answer her clearly, I decide to go ask the trees. That’s best, when I’m stumped. I’m just a listener… READ MORE
October 27, 2018
Here in the Oregon woods, we don’t rake away the fallen maple leaves, nor the oak, nor anything that falls in the forest and still belongs there. Slowly the leaves of differing trees become one, become part of the soil. The leaves feed the trees they fall from. They feed the ground itself, without waste or comment. The inherent wisdom of the leaves inspires me—including how they need no mind to play their perfect part.… READ MORE
September 28, 2018
As fall arrives, monarch butterflies begin their arduous migration south. I’m in awe of their ability to cross vast distances, in their delicate brief lives. Their flight is not the graceful arc of sandhill cranes, who fly far overhead when passing. Monarch wings don’t give lift like those of geese or bald eagles. Monarchs are mere inches of beauty; fractions of an ounce of compelling living color. I watch their zigzag… READ MORE