When your day starts like this.
I went to an in person yoga class today for the first time since before the pandemic started. I was alone in choosing to mask and distance—but the ventilation was good. I really enjoyed being there. In conversation after, a… (READ MORE)
This full moon, the yoga tradition would have one honor one’s teachers. They don’t have to be formal teachers and certainly do not need to be gurus.
I communicate with the Murtis when I am out on the garden and also with the plants and other living beings. The volunteer squash are outrageously happy at the moment. On the balcony, Crow has discovered the strawberries and the… (READ MORE)
After washing up the dinner things and making a sweet bread with one of the about to be overly abundant butternut squashes, I stepped out on the catio to be greeted by the nearly full moon. The thunderstorms this afternoon… (READ MORE)
The haze is from the wild fires out west. What might you be able to forego—perhaps a plane or automobile trip—or a degree or two less cooling from any air conditioning you might use to help minimize your contribution to… (READ MORE)
I’m attending via the Internet a year-long series of lectures through the Upaya Zen Center about Socially Engaged Buddhism. On the honor system (the program consists only of watching zoom or YouTube lectures and a Facebook forum with no interaction… (READ MORE)