Bad news from the Doctor, what to do? Celebrate Saturday, hunker down, reading glasses. Still, breeze blows beyond, passing trees, out the window, alone along the bench. Crows the only audience. Dragonflies. Way things…

Some days. By 10:30 in the morning yesterday I had sat in meditation three times, drank a couple of cups of coffee, and written my three Morning Pages in the recliner. I’d washed my…

I was stumbling through the late afternoon NE Portland heat, tipping, James Brown’s “Get On the Good Foot” pouring out from the android. My son Spenser and I had had a long talk, one…

I woke up this morning with the strangest, most interesting feeling. That every moment of my life – each and every one – had and was crowded up just behind right then. Like I…

This is me out for a walk just after 9am Monday, before the temperature skied to 90. Sayin’ it with pics: There’s a Zen story with a monk wandering around in a snowstorm coming…

There are days like this Sunday, when the sky is a gray it should not be in early July, and the morning’s too cold to throw on cut-offs and walk the nine blocks to…

I took a late afternoon walk yesterday, out over across Broadway and into the four east/west streets which transverse the neighborhood known as Sullivan’s Gulch. It was warm enough, for the first time in…

I drank coffee later than usual yesterday. Much later. This was before, during, and after a long, hour-plus conversation with my sister Sandy, over there in New Hampshire. Catching up – lots to hear,…

It was June of 1977. College friends drove me to Logan Airport and I took my first plane ride – Boston via Kansas City to Los Angeles. I was bound for a new life,…

The WordPress statistics that tag along in the blog space showed me that almost no one viewed yesterday’s post. I was sad to see that, I had a nice feeling about the post, kind…