In my recent practice, I’ve been trying to pay attention to the times I receive abundance with ease. I’m finding two edges to it. One edge is delightfully savoring what is real, life-giving, and present. The other edge is surrendering yearnings for what might absent,… Read More »The Little Puppet
Can I share a game I play? It’s simple–no game board, no cards, no tokens required. There’s nothing digitized or energized. You are all you need. You play by slowly moving your attention around your body. To begin, pick any small part or feature–your chin,… Read More »Body Game
“Who’s got the shooter?” a high school kid is shouting, urgently asking the question to his teammates. It’s the start of a half court basketball game. We’re at a local park, and I’m playing with strangers. My side will be getting the ball first, but… Read More »Shooter
(written June 2021) I can get really moody around my birthday. Quiet, withdrawn, achey. It’s like some piece inside me has just decided to be broken and grow from an ache to a throb to internal bleeding. Instead of growing curious about it–wondering what that… Read More »Birthday Tree
My underwear drawer provoked me this morning. When’s the last time you purchased something new? No, not the boring stuff you toss in the cart at Target. The silly stuff–the brightly colored pizza slices or cactus or sloths or the silky, strangely cut stuff that… Read More »Hot Pink Truth
Funny day today. After church today, the boy and I picked up pizza and drove over to my buddy Greg’s garage. Bert n Ernie chose to sit alone in the convertible eating his slice while Greg and I sat on lawn chairs a few feet… Read More »Holy Mix
I once found myself walking along Ocean Beach on the western edge of San Francisco. The sun was beginning its late afternoon fall to the sea. We were all cast in an intensifying light. If you had been there, you would have been moved by… Read More »Wet Friend
In my childhood home, I have a single memory of dancing. One memory. I was in 7th grade. I was setting the table while my mother and grandmother were preparing dinner in the kitchen. While plates were set down and hamburger simmered away, we were… Read More »Universe Will Dance
I’m not sure about death. Aging and bodies ceasing to breathe–yes. That’s pretty impossible to argue or question. But death–a true end? I’m not so sure. When she was breathing, my grandma Dorothy could be counted on for a few things: Pringles, Grape Shasta, and… Read More »Unsure About Death
