Perhaps you remember the scene in “Field of Dreams” where Shoeless Joe Jackson, stunned by the life he finds himself in, asks Ray Kinsella, “Is this heaven?” And Ray answers, “No, this is Iowa.”…

Everything so alive. Walking deliberately, like kinhin? The morning alive with birds, hawks, sisters, cousins. Rarely possible to be so lazy – lazed strolling – Every weed, wildflower, stalk of tall brown grass dancing,…

Walking slowly. Hips, legs, feet deliberate, savoring every moment. Embodying the place of belonging utterly. Slower and slower. Weekly, daily, these couple of hours. Take it all in. Straight ahead, turn around, mountain, cows.…

Last week I made a decision to hike the Laguna Lake trail seven days in a row. This followed a conversation on Zoom with my Zen teacher. I began Saturday, today will be my…

Life is interesting. I wrote in my Morning Pages the other day that I should feel lonely and I don’t. I was called to speak at one of ‘those meetings’ last Monday night and…

From the Morning Pages, verbatim: This is my (this) Sunday best. I got up with the phone wake-up at 2:59. Went to the bathroom, threw water on my face and my head, made the…

From the front seat of my car I told Gina Fiedel that I had finished the book – “Hunger Mountain” by David Hinton – which she had recommended, and that my experience was that…

I’m sitting in my car at the base of a mountain, reading Chinese poetry, listening to Sly and the Family Stone. Yesterday in Starbucks I told the barista Morgan that when I arrived in…

There are writing implements, pencils and pens, scattered throughout the Camry – front and back seats, glove compartment, in the pocket of the console. In and around the room I rent as well –…

When I was quite young back in my hometown I had a friend named Donnie, and we would often walk into the woods directly from the edge of his backyard. Those were the Everett…