Logging and Clear Cutting
I realized a day or so ago that our society uses the word “logging” to refer to at least two distinct activities. Our forest...
The Startup–a poem by Ken
March on April into May, Oh my, Grey damp near summer weather’s here complete with crows, The gods have gotten us together one more...
What we don’t know
I’m been feeling inadequate and overwhelmed by the pain and confusion that periodically sweeps through my family and for which the latent threat of...
The Die is not yet Cast.
“We have complete control in the special sense that we do not need to control anything. Whether emotions and circumstances control us or we...
Can We Trust What We Know?
There is a certain kind of knowledge that has risen to the top of the knowledge food chain in our world. This kind of...
The Wind has Returned.
You may have been here last week, rifling the wind chimes, disturbing the sleepy quiet of branches as they open to the Spring Equinox...
Whither Saileth the Rain?
When rain falls, the gutters run. If it rains for a while, the lawns perk up, the trees drink, the gutters reach out to...
As Below, so Above?
There’s a new second hand book store in Albuquerque: “Organic Books”, located in the Nob Hill area at 111 Carlisle NE. I plan to...
Reaching the Great Water
I have been influenced by a way of looking at life—my life, all of life—that hovers beyond words and concepts, even while it nourishes...
Another Dawning
This morning, I skimmed through my journal entries since late November last year. I was looking for something that could start me on a...