So, in my dream, I’m hiking at the Laguna Lake open space. There are more fellow hikers on the paths than usual – maybe it’s a Saturday. I’m thinking two thoughts about that. One,…

It’s interesting. In its own way, Christmas has reached back to take my hand and gently guide me along the path of the most wonderful time of the year. I feel the Christmas spirit…

Dec 16, 7:45p – It’s Tuesday night, no Koan group with David Roshi off to Japan. The landlord/housemate’s car exactly where it was when I left for work, 12 hours ago. I didn’t see…

For some reason the book “Hunger Mountain” by the author David Hinton was face-up on the passenger seat when I hopped into the Camry after having coffee with Jorge. Man, was I supremely chatty…

I had this lovely vision Saturday morning of a butterfly flying in through the open window of my room – any old butterfly – landing on my shoulder, whispering things into my ear with…

Last Wednesday, as I clicked the ‘Publish’ button to share “singalong junk,” a message flashed on the screen – “You’ve published 100 times on fromamountainbench.” I was kind of surprised to see it. One…

If you are reading this it’s likely you have some degree of personal relationship with me — long-time friend, former soul mate, parent of a kid, on the job, acquaintance from one of “the…

I snapped these pictures yesterday on my way out hiking the Bob Jones Trail in Avila Beach. Every time I hike the trail, out from the beach and back to the beach, I stop…

My mind found its way to Linda Eastman while on my early walk before the meditation meeting Monday morning. Paul McCartney’s so lovely wife, and bandmate, who left the planet in 1998, I guess…

At the tail end of a lovely walk on the Bob Jones Trail Saturday afternoon, I heard myself say this: “Why am I sometimes utterly sure everything goes exactly the way it’s supposed to,…