Notes from Canada

They sit, walk laps, read Ferry carries passengers Standing in the wind I traveled to Canada last week with my girlfriend. Haven’t been there since, oh, about 1983. Smoke and fire give way Three hours up the freeway Gray clouds bursting rain I meant to get back there sooner. Someday much sooner. “When is someday… Continue reading Notes from Canada

Go With The Flow

“Go with the flow” is the slogan for the Newberry crater area, just south of Bend, Oregon. A nice play of words on the whole lava phenomena. Nature flows with what is. Finding harmony within disharmony. I wonder about how to be more like nature? Natural. Passing a forest where there had been a burn… Continue reading Go With The Flow

Kombucha: taste and perspective

If you asked me, here is what I’d tell you about the tastes of kombucha. Pomegranate white tea brings out a burst of hope from each pomegranate seed involved. It’s a mix of blissed and blessed; straightforward and non-complex. A great one for the card-carrying kombucha naysayers out there. It is sweet and light and… Continue reading Kombucha: taste and perspective

Adopt. Cats. Meditate.

I went out and got two cats the other day. I looked online at the local shelter and though the goal was one, I chose two. They did not know each other. One radiated sweet, the other appeared cute and playful. After we got home, one was naughty, one was nice. The cute and playful… Continue reading Adopt. Cats. Meditate.

New territory: The Colonoscopy

“Think of it as a cleanse,” a friend advised. I had already thought of this. But, I liked hearing it from an outside source. The colon is the exit, the place to discharge things from the body. It’s the solid waste disposal. What else could be disposed of? Is there a holistic angle to a… Continue reading New territory: The Colonoscopy

Meditation provokes potato calm

Today’s group meditation was like a smooth slalom through warm, mashed potatoes. Visualize effortlessly carving left and right down a gentle tater slope. An occasional splatter sprays your cheek. You lick at this flavor of experience. There is only a slight drag on the bottom of your skis, not in an obstructive way, but in… Continue reading Meditation provokes potato calm