I took the long way around back from hiking the Johnson Ranch trails Wednesday, including one marked “Closed.” That “No” sign I stepped around, giggling and spreading my arms into the morning, honoring my…

Sunday night, 6:45, I stepped outside and into the middle of the trailer park street to look at the stars. Orion’s Belt, my fave, has been absent on my journeys out after meditation, 4am,…

Let me begin by saying it has become akin to impossible for me to be influenced by anything said or written which appears as “life instruction.” There were those days, and now there aren’t.…

From the unpublished book, “Poems Written in My Car Parked by the Mountain”: ************************** “Sitting on a firecracker” ************************** I giggle, I cry I dare not squeal, Keepin’ it real. ************************** Never not talkin’…

I write a blog post for every (week) day in the hopes it’s like throwing a window wide open so people (you) can lean out and look into the bright sunshine, or the 3am…

And Last night about 10,000 raccoons gathered outside and below my window for a game of ring-around-the-rosy. I almost wrote 10,000 dragons, but that would be silly. I knew they were raccoons. I’m not…

Later yesterday afternoon I found myself carelessly wandering through 1000 blades of tall, green grass at the outskirts of water-logged Laguna Lake. Much to my surprise, and joy, I saw the cows had returned,…

On the return half of a Friday morning hike on the Bob Jones Trail, snuck in between the rains, this thought settled entirely within my January 19, 1949 essence – I am utterly clueless…

A Japanese woman came into the coffee shop the afternoon before next year. She was wearing a shiny gray rain hat. With napkins she polished the family table and her own chair almost endlessly.…

It’s interesting. Coming back on the Bob Jones Trail I see a slightly-larger-than-half moon just above the tree line of the hill that holds my all-by-itself tree. (The one I bow to.) The path…