Month: August 2017


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...

gratitude


This tomato kept my gaze for a long time recently before slicing it for a lunch.  Its beauty.  It color.  Its nourishment.  The tomato seems such a simple thing set here in a bunch of basil and soon to be covered in olive oil, sea salt, balsamic vinegar and then...

discernment – only a gentle tug


Yesterday, like every other day in August, Kai and I stopped by one of the peach trees by the stables, on our afternoon walk to have a snack and swim. In the New Mexican sun, by late afternoon, the peaches are warm, and so their juices are quite literally flowing. ...

The Sacred Green


This stone hangs on a black cord.  One may see its size based on the key to my car sitting beside it.  My friend Helen asked to see it recently. The stone comes from a beach of a thousand, thousand, thousand stones like it on the edge of the Island...