Thursday afternoon at the Kentucky Zoom group the teacher was talking about meditation. Short version – There’s no wrong way to do it. When the time came for attendees to speak if they wanted,…

Tuesday night the teacher at the Pacific Zen Institute Koan group asked those attending this question – “When is the last time you whispered to someone?” Hearing that filled me with a sense of…

It was right around five o’clock in the afternoon yesterday when I realized my mind was blown. Not like blown out, call the cats in white suits and butterfly nets, but into some non-verbally…

Yesterday I transferred my Camry car insurance from California to Oregon, effective the end of the month. I saved $150 over the next 12 months. Yesterday I also set in motion transferring my Medicare…

I just want to write something now. It’s late Saturday afternoon, 5:05, and my whole life late Saturday afternoons have been my favorite time of the week. My whole life. And it has not…

This is some of Laurelhurst Park. Maybe a month or so ago Laurelhurst Park began whispering to me…….”Hey. Hey, remember me?” And with here-and-there flashes of its up and down paths, its forest of…

I had forgotten how beautiful Portland is. The neighborhoods, the tree-lined streets, lawns covered with daffodils and newly emerging crocus -splashing a Wednesday in white, lavender, and so-deep purple. The majesty of Douglas firs,…

Monday — Up into the attic space I’ve rented, have a place to sleep, sit zazen, and type fun things the next 30 days. Being an attic, I have wacked my head five times…

I was listening to The Beach Boys on CD when I drove into Oregon at 12 minutes past 10 Monday morning. Pink Floyd sang, “They flutter behind you, your possible pasts.” That’s kind of…

https://www.facebook.com/reel/1241098067552374 Oops, incapable of bringing this video to this place., and it’s the only post worthy here today. Perhaps it’s easy enough to grab from the above, or please stroll over to my FB…