…I read Chinese poetry, I create vows of genuine friendship with these vultues on my path, with sidewalk kitties, with blue jays on the Bob Jones Trail, and most supremely, with every elegant cow…

on Sunday morning when I set out on the Main Street of the Johnson Ranch trails I carried this as a goal – have an intimate conversation with one soaring, path-sharing vulture. The ancient…

often I am high enough that I’m above the vulture’s glide on the wind. I don’t think I ever see that without feeling thrilled. Yes, that’s flying, and what little kid doesn’t spread their…

the vulture’s call was like a hawk’s, just more throaty, less ethereal. A possible Chinese poem: “circling Vulture, expresses throaty.” And that was only one of the hundred sounds on this hike, different from…

I’d like to think I’ve become friends with the 10,000 vultures which soar and circle overhead when I walk out alone on sun-burnt hillside and mountain trails. “I may be gravitied down here, kids,…

This arrived in the mail Wednesday. Notes: (I’m 76 years old. I rent a room in a trailer. I work part-time on the front desk at the YMCA in San Luis Obispo, where I…

It’s Wednesday afternoon, 2:40, I just got back from hiking the Lemon Grove Loop Trail on San Luis Mountain. I discovered by chance a new way back down the mountain the last time I…

I walked along the railroad tracks yesterday after work, a strong wind at my butt on the way out, a howling breeze in my face on the way back. My nose was running a…

It’s Sunday morning. John Tarrant Roshi presents from Santa Rosa in 30 minutes. Later, a plan to hike the Johnson Ranch, tightened laces, to explore a new ascending path my previous Tuesday eye spied…

After I worked an unexpected shift at the Channel Islands YMCA Saturday morning, I drove to my Starbucks and got a coffee. People were happy to see me, and my favorite table was empty…