Strolling down Milwaukie Ave from where I park to the Starbucks I see the huge plate-glass window is entirely boarded up. Yet I continue, and yeah, they’re open and the barista Bekah’s already getting…

Please check this out. This blog space sometimes becomes something like sentient, and comes to me with whispered invitations. Honest. Like just the other day – “Let’s change it up a bit,” the blog…

I scrounged out an old journal from the Camry’s hiding places on my way into Starbucks Sunday morning. At a table I opened it up and came to this entry, dated October 6, 2025:…

“It’s Saturday.” I said to myself in Starbucks Saturday morning. “Friday was yesterday.” Sometimes I have to remind myself out loud what day it is. It’s especially true on Fridays, where I can’t tell…

I’ve been a forsythia kid my whole spring-time life, and this beautful bundle greeted me in Laurelhurst Park Thursday. I also got two job rejections Thursday, and passed on an invitation I’ve been waiting…

Oh – spinning heart and mind. Yesterday I received a wild offer from out of the deep, deep blue – to which I said, “Yes.” Last night, middle of night, my only company was,…

In last night’s Koan group, it’s been a shining anchor on this journey, I stayed behind to meditate again when everyone else went off to the discussion groups. Out the window behind me as…

I came upon this artist in the Rhododendron Garden Monday afternoon. After being ‘the speaker’ at one of those meetings, 7am. After scrambled eggs and a bath and my telephone interview a clear ‘No’…

At the end of Friday’s job interview I asked if they wanted me to email references, and was told that wasn’t necessary. Which could mean no longer interested or, my initial thought, no need,…