The Dreaming of the Sands
We can examine the sinew and bones of experience for their secrets, but it may be that the mystery of time is to be...
Category: Passages
Crossing the Bridge we’re on
We’re always already crossing some bridge, but the bridges we most often notice are in the distance, like mirages in the desert. We imagine...
A Tiny Gate
“Here, at the very ground of becoming, we might find a tiny gate into a way of knowing that is not flat and one-dimensional,...
Feeling at Ease
Standing on the shore, perhaps on a cliff above crashing waves, where even the seagulls and ravens cruise far below, or right there at...
Only Water
The little boy I can’t remember would be dead now but for a neighbor lady who, according to a newspaper article in the Barre,...
Fire and Water, June 24th.
As I prepared to flip my calendar from June 2020 to July, I saw that Wednesday, June 24, is still a holiday in Quebec,...
Summertime, Summertime.
On this the first day of summer, I’m wondering why nothing seems to be arising to greet the solstice. Spring comes with a calling...
Vision or Delusion
How can we tell the difference between wishful thinking and authentic aspiration? How do we recognize when we’ve found something that can help us...
Singing to the Choir
I had an experience this weekend, which I suspect that I inflict on others all the time: treating my personal perspectives as if they...
What the Windmill Knows
Breath is the highway and also the blowing wind. And as the tumbleweeds tumble head over heels along the dusty miles of our time...