Every once in a while, something drops into your life like a fragrant refreshing rain, and just when you need it. This week that something was the January 2010 issue of the Shambhala Sun, and in particular an article called "It's a Pity to Waste A...

This morning, I was tempted to indulge in a few verses of very bad homegrown poetry, but refrained from doing so - I wanted to honor in a net of inadequate words what appeared at first glance to be the last full moon of 2009. As it turns out, December...

On this first day of December, the north wind has a bite which awakened Spencer and I the moment we stepped outside to greet the day with a gassho. A slight frosting of yesterday's snow still remains on the old box elder (Manitoba maple) tree in the...

If only you could hear the sound of snow... Hakuin Ikaku Ah, the first snows of the season, turning the realm white, making everything pristine, crystalline and sparkling... Snow fell on the village overnight as promised, and a light snow is falling...