It’s Wednesday afternoon, 2:40, I just got back from hiking the Lemon Grove Loop Trail on San Luis Mountain. I discovered by chance a new way back down the mountain the last time I…

I walked along the railroad tracks yesterday after work, a strong wind at my butt on the way out, a howling breeze in my face on the way back. My nose was running a…

It’s Sunday morning. John Tarrant Roshi presents from Santa Rosa in 30 minutes. Later, a plan to hike the Johnson Ranch, tightened laces, to explore a new ascending path my previous Tuesday eye spied…

After I worked an unexpected shift at the Channel Islands YMCA Saturday morning, I drove to my Starbucks and got a coffee. People were happy to see me, and my favorite table was empty…

Boy, I’ll tell you. My mind is so lighty these days. Flighty. It doesn’t want to settle anywhere. I don’t believe it’s a question of whether a thing feels important, or on a schedule,…

I had something of a revelation – vast, giddy side of ‘Aha!” – on the tail end of my Johnson Ranch Trail hike Tuesday afternoon after work. It followed, maybe 150 yards down the…

I was talking with Gavin Monday afternoon about mountain lions, what is implied as a proximity to and with them on lots of the walks I walk. Hikes I hike. Somehow it came up…

I don’t know how to talk about what I want to say this morning. I feel it, I’ll just scribble. It has to do with my place in all the rooms of my world…

And so yesterday morning I was all lost in the summer heat – dizzy dancing morning – and I left early to catch a walk before 90 degrees. On the back of the one-mile…

Intimacy as a tangible thing – as a vibrant experience – is wild in my life right now. These days. I suppose it may be greater awareness, slowly encroaching through years of devoted meditation…