I bought this swedish ivy for five dollars at the thrift shop I’d bought my 15 dollar desk a couple of hours earlier. The papery, cardboardy pot it’s in doesn’t hold water well, so…

We had some rain yesterday, late afternoon and into the evening. Not torrents, but almost any rain here is good rain. I sat in my weird, thrift-shop chair and listened to it a while…

Last week in my post focused on “Having a good time now” I presented my job titled ‘Member engagement specialist’ at the front desk of the YMCA as the “Theater of welcome.” Given a…

I’m feeling very much a punk rocker lately. I sold my electric and acoustic guitars preparing to leave San Diego, just no room in the Camry for the journey to San Luis, and needed…

For your enjoyment, sharing two poems from my most recent book of poetry, ‘my startled heart.’ Transcribed here in prose form, best I can: ‘who’s racing?’ “I was in a race, just yesterday, with…

I came across this bit of a story while sipping coffee and reading James Ishmael Ford early Thursday morning – “In that book I recalled a friend, Bob Jessup. He had recently died from…

There’s something that rings childlike (for me) looking at and traveling down a small ‘pier’ out to a floating ‘dock’ in a body of fresh water. A chance to answer the mystery of what’s…

I have been a member of the Pacific Zen Institute for four years. In that time I’ve been attending Tuesday night story groups offered by PZI teacher David Weinstein, Roshi, who at some point…

Early Monday morning I decided to change my life almost entirely, sometime between the end of my first 34 minutes of sitting (3:50a) and the last word on the third page of my Morning…

So, late Saturday afternoon, ushering in evening…….hey, I’d hiked Laguna Lake way early and raced to get a coffee, then after ditzing around in my room and something like a lunch, I motorvated down…