how we sunday

friends on the path: weeding and tending the labyrinth. walking in awareness, aligning with intention, praying with our feet, moving into clarity and wisdom. nourishing ourselves and one another with laughter and good eats.

on cultivating doubt

“When there is great doubt” says a Zen aphorism that Kusan Sunim kept repeating,”then there is great awakening. This is the key. The depth of any understanding is intimately correlated with the depth of one’s confusion. Great awakening resonates at the same “pitch” as great doubt.  So rather than negate such doubt by replacing it…

woman horizontal | the sound of him

he wakes whistling, thrilled by the zipping wind he conjures and reshapes into sharps and flats snaps a crisp unpatterned rhythm with supple-skinned thumb and middle finger (wiped dry between refrains) flickering his wrist for triumphant emphasis mutters a play-by-play commentary to an imagined audience of rapt gamers punctuated with shrieks, chides, wails and groans…

monthly sit-together [8/14]: the stickiness of attachment

Relaxing our grip. Cultivating steadiness in the face of challenge and change. A timeless and always relevant topic was proposed for this Sunday’s monthly contemplation and discussion: Non-Attachment! 3 Jewels Yoga Sangha will explore the sticky dimensions of attachment — including in our exploration the relationship of Non-Attachment to Equanimity (steadiness or evenness of mind); the…

woman horizontal | unburdening

y’all finished or y’all done? his guttery trill, gum-soled and sticky with wizened contempt is instantly corroded by the viral ozone of tropospheric memes earwormed into polyphonic cackles relentlessly pursuing you — tubing through folded gray matter — until the voice of God, remixed as a call for intercession, beseeches: is you finished or is…

woman horizontal | how naked the heart

how naked the heart when anointed for communion transparent as skeleton leaf veins quaking sepia-tinged curiosity flexed impulse relaxing between Whys and Whats and Who Do Yous where it embraces all and becomes tethered by the long gaze, unwavering and tender held there, ambient love soaks through gossamer-laced capillaries and this aesthete, quickening with meaty delight, is transmuted into a…

woman horizontal | exhuming the empath

inspired by the indigenous navajo creatix spiderwoman, woman horizontal is a close-to-the-heart project that has held different shapes over many years. still an emerging work-in-process, below is one piece from my “pilgrimage of verse, image, and sound.”   in sanctuary, in pulp woven + pressed then printed, i found her waiting for me she sang me in…

March Mindfulness 2016

It’s my fourth annual “call-to-action” to promote the practice of bringing skillful and compassionate awareness to how we engage, are impacted by, and then respond to the world around us. March heralds the coming of Spring and, with it, a sense of renewal! Let us take a few moments to refresh our commitment to self-inquiry and…

#ZenThanksgiving: A Prayer for Remembering

i move along a rain-soaked path pink tubular bodies stretch out in full prostration across my trail, beckoning: feel your heart into those feet, so every step blesses the earth. a few, once desiccated, now rehydrated, leave coiled graffiti-like impressions: life wuz here! keep it movin’! gravity relinquishes its pull on my body, offering it…