Saturday afternoon, here and there, a heavy feel of magic all about. Shimmering through the afternoon air. After the big payout. Before the arrival of long-ago boxes. Paintings I cannot remember. Storage puzzles, box-cutting…

“Somebody once asked Maezumi Roshi, ‘What’s the purpose of Zen?’ He said, ‘To be stupid.’ Are you comfortable being stupid? To be stupid you have to throw away all your ideas about being smart,…

I found myself saying, “You’ve got to be kidding me,” later Saturday morning, though not clear who I was saying it to. Head librarian? Sexy RN? Kwan Yin on a front porch? The cost…

Pal of nutrias. Brothers and sisters, Rhododendron Garden. Hot grandma from The British Isles, orange blouse, faded blue jeans. – “Members of the otters?” Nah, that’s a nutria, your highness —- N-u- t-r-i-a. Back…

Then there was “The White Album” on headphones even later. “Won’t you come out to play?” Back to Kwan Yin; back to the nurse; back to the librarian. – “Come and keep your comrade…

I have a pencil sharpener. I have two partially-filled boxes of #6B pencils. I have kitchen scissors and a chef’s knife. I’ve been leaning into vegetarianism, though that’s not my plan. I met with…

I’ve been woozy lately and I’m woozy now. Much time in the hot Portland sun yesterday – Westmoreland Park, the Rhody Garden, Reed College Lake. I thought I had a lead on a cheap…

Leaning into spontaneity and even whimsy more than reason, I picked up a copy of my first self-published book, ‘Ring Around the Rosy,’ and read it again the last couple of days. I sobbed…

What I said Yesterday.

I love my sons, that’s most important. I love my closest friends, that’s most important. I love the Boston Red Sox, though I’m kind of mad at them now. Saying I love my Ch’an…