Hierarchy of Seeds

On the last day of my March monthlong meditation retreat one of the teachers who used to be a biologist mentioned that “The retreat is only halfway done. The next month is a ‘transition zone’ where life on retreat will meet everyday life. Ecologically,” he said, “Transition zones are the most diverse ecosystems because they…

“Silverlake Neophyte”, Third Eye Blind Last Sunday morning I found myself perched on a small wooden chair in a haphazard circle of people fit into whatever open spaces we could find around a small living room. Even without people, the room was already stuffed with pictures of a smiling family, figures of Ganesha, bronze Buddhas,…

This is Day 16 since my Covid-19 symptoms started, and my body continues to heal. As I mentioned in my post describing what this experience has been like for me, one of the things that helped me most was contact with and encouragement from a fellow Covid patient. (Thank you George!) I imagine that I…

Dew evaporates and all our world is dew so dear, so fresh, so fleeting -Issa, on the death of his child Last Saturday, my 39th birthday, I woke up with a weight on my chest. For me, from the get-go each breath was difficult, like pulling a rope that is bent over a sharp object.…