I’m still mostly wordless here this Christmas night. I hope you had a wonderful Christmas day. Mine was quite lovely. I did eat ice cream – the first time in a year I believe…

It’s Wednesday, 3:23 pm, December 24. Approaching Christmas Eve. I’ve been thinking a few days about what I could say tomorrow (Christmas, as you see this) and Friday. I have lots of feelings in…

One day there were two flowers. The next, one. And yet, are more and less so very different? Zuzu’s petals.

I like hearing John Tarrant say this – “Nothing is missing.” Nothing is missing. “Simply having a wonderful Christmas time.”

So, in my dream, I’m hiking at the Laguna Lake open space. There are more fellow hikers on the paths than usual – maybe it’s a Saturday. I’m thinking two thoughts about that. One,…

It’s interesting. In its own way, Christmas has reached back to take my hand and gently guide me along the path of the most wonderful time of the year. I feel the Christmas spirit…

Dec 16, 7:45p – It’s Tuesday night, no Koan group with David Roshi off to Japan. The landlord/housemate’s car exactly where it was when I left for work, 12 hours ago. I didn’t see…

For some reason the book “Hunger Mountain” by the author David Hinton was face-up on the passenger seat when I hopped into the Camry after having coffee with Jorge. Man, was I supremely chatty…

I had this lovely vision Saturday morning of a butterfly flying in through the open window of my room – any old butterfly – landing on my shoulder, whispering things into my ear with…

Last Wednesday, as I clicked the ‘Publish’ button to share “singalong junk,” a message flashed on the screen – “You’ve published 100 times on fromamountainbench.” I was kind of surprised to see it. One…