Every Day Zen
Rather than play, I practice. There’s so much to learn and nothing to lose. Obviously, I lack the competitive edge, always have. For me, “the only way to win is to refuse to play" (Seth Godin). It is only in the last 10 years that I developed a lifelong practice, and that did not happen... Continue Reading →
Today’s #LongerView, "One with the Wood," is about mornings and beginnings, in particular the why of my morning mantra. I wanted to capture being in the moment as if it were a destination. Always brings a smile to my face, too. What I discovered was less control meant a lot more living. I hope you... Continue Reading →
It’s a soggy, sunny Sunday morning in North Florida with 74% humidity, the warmth of an oven without the offer of fresh bread. The yellow-black of the Tiger Swallowtail and burnt orange of the Gulf Fritillary butterflies weave in and out of vine-laden live oak and longleaf pine. Within the green vine-blankets are oval glimpses... Continue Reading →
I know a story of finding meaning in a Zen koan, any koan. It is a tale of a tree and an axe. The tree’s girth is considerable, a life of many rings, no two alike, for as each ring ended another began. No matter how sharp (or great) the axe, the chopping through of... Continue Reading →
To mine my time, pickax dragging behind me, but that is a metaphor too heavy. I cannot go down time tunnels this day. Does the sea oat ever hesitate? Consider saying no to the breeze blowing by? Like water through rock I think not. And in a moment, my mind’s eye leaves the sand of... Continue Reading →
I no longer mine time or its constructs of day, year, or hour. Each offers a vein of value--time tunnels--I dig deep in these caverns. I trust the tunnel where I find myself, turning over such nuggets like living a routine of no routine, a phrase that irritates AutoCorrect, defying definition. I take heart in... Continue Reading →
We have a cushion to absorb life so that it lands a bit more softly. It’s an accounting of sorts, this cushion, a meting out of Zen.The future is its own, the past forever gone, and life is always now--a balancing act. Some days, I max out my Zen spreadsheet, squirreling away for the future.... Continue Reading →
Aim For Even: The Daily Dose 