Red Cedar
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Post #3233: Beach Fort
Someone put an awful lot of effort in to building a lean-to fort on the beach down the road from my house. Inside, they left this note held down by rocks on a small table: We live in an area with a lot of… Continue Reading “Post #3233: Beach Fort”
Post #3232: Run, Lift, Weave, Write, Repeat
According to the forecast, the weather is about to turn to rain – but what a glorious ten days it has been. Even though I’ve had to work, I’ve managed to get outside for a kayak, a run, and a bike ride in addition… Continue Reading “Post #3232: Run, Lift, Weave, Write, Repeat”
Post #3231: No Self isn’t No Identity
In the last year or so, I’ve been troubled by some of what I’ve been hearing from the corners of North American Buddhist and meditation circles with regards to social justice and identification to a racial or social group. Most recently, a popular secular… Continue Reading “Post #3231: No Self isn’t No Identity”
Post # 3230: Many projects, little sleep
This morning I scared a racoon in the garden as I left the tiny zendo after-meditation. I wish I could have gotten a picture of it scampering away because it was undoubtedly the fattest raccoon I have ever seen. Compared to when we lived… Continue Reading “Post # 3230: Many projects, little sleep”
Post #3228: Letting things go
I’ve been having a lot of mask-related dreams in the last few weeks where I am in a public space and either I am not wearing a mask and everyone else is, or I am wearing a mask and everyone else is not. At… Continue Reading “Post #3228: Letting things go”
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