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just some stuff
I was holding this painting in my hands later last night. I’d brought it off a wall near the laundry machines Tuesday to bring into the Koan group – as the only thing I…
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hearing like an earring
Yesterday I wrote here about the sensory quality of a fragrance as a lightning path to long-ago enlightenment. The nose knows, you could say. Today I’m hung up on the ear, home to the…
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never growing up
I set out later yesterday afternoon for a stroll through Meadow Park, maybe a half-mile long curvy, tarred, oblong path through trees and a (thanks to the rains) running stream down a concrete causeway.…
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don’t hang around, kid
“Jenny said when she was just five years old there was nothin’ happening at all.” — The Velvet Underground I know the feeling. Coming to this sacred blog space, it’s Monday night, and (in…
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where greek nonfat yogurt rules
I was telling Jorge over coffee yesterday how much I like Trader Joe’s. When I walk into the Trader Joe’s here in San Luis Obispo it feels like attending a party. Some people go…
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hosts and guests
Ongoing Friday in concert: The wildly integrated Beach Boys. Nothing appears in this blog space accidentily.
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and mlk
I’d like to point out, much to my delight and hopefully yours, that on my hike at Johnson Ranch Monday on my birthday I was able to pause a while and most gently pat…
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source material
Butterflies flutter about me. Dragonflies cruise past, I swear I hear their laughter. Mountains and hillsides dance in the sunlight, as I do. All this, even on the hardest days. Holding close the bodhisattva…
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sickness and health
Why this photo and not from dozens of others – my former wife Susan and me – I don’t know. I sit still, and guests arrive. Something like that. Deep in the heart of…
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just a flower child
I snapped this photograph cruising around Sauvie Island just north of Portland in Oregon, likely in the spring or summer of 2009. Not long after I’d moved into Portland right around this time in…
