poetry, photography and reflections on life, aging, and dharma
My intention is that each collection will offer something of beauty in its own right. Further, my hope is that one might enter the collection and linger for a few precious minutes. A bit of an anti-instagram perhaps. This won’t be for everyone. Come in and browse.
One classic Buddhist image of ‘self’ is of waves in the ocean, each somehow distinct but each still entirely of the water, inseparable from it. I like to think of each of us as a local concentration of sentience, of mind, of life force. Why the universe has chosen to organize itself this way I have no idea; but I think it does — moreover, I think it’s through this manifestation that the universe expresses itself and looks to experience itself.
food my mother kept a grinder in the kitchen for breaking nuts, or making sausage– I remember the feeling of jamming pieces of meat into the mouth of the machine, watching as muscle, tendons and the odd small bones were crushed, feeling the resistance as the handle paused until the harder bits would break. Any … Read more
Last week I had coffee with a friend who’s living under a cloud of uncertainty about his job; the company he works for is embroiled in complex, very public litigation with a competitor that could cause his company to go out of business or merge, with radically unpredictable consequences for him and for his co-workers. … Read more