the three acts of morning


Tomatoes, the last of the summer, are making their way into our kitchens like the last warriors coming home from battle or the last runners ending their race.  Not early, but alive, dirty, tired and very well indeed.  Still, even as the crisp night air whispers winter, there is hot...

stress


When glass on clay cools, it crazes - a technical pottery term for the tiny fractures in the glass which occur as the clay and the glass cool and shrink at different rates. This sometimes happens on a lake in deep winter when the water freezes and pushes against the...

the balanced load


Kai-the-dog loves nothing more than to find, and subsequently carry, a very large branch on our walks.  He keeps an eye out for one the way we humans are always on the lookout for a good sale or cake (I love cake!)  One can see my dog’s eyes darting around...

the pueblo Koshare


This is a koshare - a native-american pueblo clown with a simultaneous reputation both for exposing truth in a playful and mischievous way, as well as one of exhibiting a near constant level of joy and delight.  The spirit represented by this doll has a great gift to give to...

on anger


Evagrius Ponticus was a fourth century theologian in and around Jerusalem many of whose writings deeply inspire my spiritual journey. Like many of us, he was a complicated man and one of his besetting sins and passions (for the one so often results from the other) was anger. Anger in...

fire and tumbleweed


Sunsets here at the farm can be breath-taking.  At a glance the image looks like a forest fire or a volcanic explosion.  It is just a sunset. It is so easy to mistake something lovely and benign for something dangerous Between where I was standing and this sunset, about a...

Bao – the mindfulness of choices


One of my favorite meals is the steamed pork bun called the “Bao.” Recently after a movie about Zen monastic practice, a friend and I went across the street for beers and steamed buns.  We had seen them in the movie - massive trays of them made for the monk’s...

The horse and the rider


With friends at the Santa Fe Grand Prix, I recently watched horses and their riders exhibit the fine connection which makes for great horseback riding. The jumps were high and the leaps strong.  The riders were deeply connecting to their horses  in various ways, some by mind, some by voice,...

bailing our hay


The farmer next door bails his grass in massive bails the size of a Volkswagen Beatle Bug.  They are neatly bound and I always marvel at the precise nature by which the machinery bails the messy piles of cut grasses into these neat, tidy bails.  It is fun o climb...

change


Today I awoke to find my front yard different.  This view, which greets me every morning with my coffee, prayer, study and silence like an airplane stewardess showing me to my seat for the day’s flight, had a different look today.  I was aware, these last few weeks, that the...