I was not familiar with the term greenway until I left Wyoming for subtropical Florida. Ever green lands were where other people lived. I still marvel at the green that is the South. My county has a population very close to the entire state of the high plains desert that is Wyoming. The magnificence of... Continue Reading →
No Greater Beauty
Don’t worry if you feel you can only do one tiny good thing in one small corner of the cosmos. Just be a Buddha body in that one place. Thích Nhất Hạnh Every morning, I wake to my “small corner of the cosmos.” Its immensity is never lost on me. Mine is not to save... Continue Reading →
Staying in the Mix
It seems to me that our three basic needs, for food and security and love, are so mixed and mingled and entwined that we cannot straightly think of one without the others. M.F.K. Fisher This quotation reminds me of the Oneness of us all, the wholeness of the human experience. So often I single out—separate... Continue Reading →
Fine-Tuning: Finding the Unique in the Familiar
“Not too tight, not too loose,”* the elegant simplicity of balance, whether we are tuning a musical instrument or practicing equanimity. We aim for even, ever adjusting to the energy current, riding out its waves. Inevitably, imbalance finds balance only to go out-of-balance. It is the ride of a lifetime, energy inventing and reinventing itself... Continue Reading →
Sunday Solitude
Sunday solitude, a mind’s eye collage of images remembered or caught on camera--one a reminder of the other. Sometimes, the image is fresh; it is that long forgotten. Regardless, they are their own parade. My Sunday solitude feels a bit magical, this collage of nature, as one image turns into another. It reminds me of... Continue Reading →
The Stroke of the Artist
The reason everything looks beautiful is because it is out of balance, but its background is always in perfect harmony. This is how everything exists in the realm of Buddha nature, losing its balance against a background of perfect balance. Shunryu Suzuki If I look closely at the painting that is my life, its background... Continue Reading →