Boundless Gratitude


Thank you for this sage.

Thank you for this moment.

Thank you for this life.

Thank you for the birdsong.

Thank you for the lake.

Thank you for this breath.

Thank you for the sky.

Thank you for the volcanoes.

Thank you for the flowers, fruits and food.

Thank you for love, and the moon.

Thank you for friendship and family.

Thank you for yoga.

Thank you for music, art, being, gratitude.

Thank you for seeing and looking, listening and hearing.

Thank you for the trees.

Thank you for the cats and dogs.

Thank you for all the animals.

Thank you for the ocean and all the water.

Thank you for the world and the universe and stars.

Thank you for my body.

Thank you for my mind,

Thank you for my soul.

Thank you for my heart.


Where is the Middle Way?


What we have here is a lack of union.

Extremes have become ultra polarized to the point of absurdity
The polar ice caps melting can’t be denied
Science isn’t a matter of belief

The government isn’t meant to be a two-party system and politics shouldn’t be what is has become: corporation ruled corrupt GREED

Martin Luther King, Jr said: “Nothing in all the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.” YET WE MUST CHOOSE LOVE OVER HATE

This is a dangerous time. Watch your step. Mind the gap. But, please. KEEP WORKING FOR THE GOOD

Are you on the edge? The left or the right? Can you see outside your narrow, conditioned point of view? No. TAKE A GIANT LEAP BACK

Be moderate. Take the Middle Path: ever the goal, ever the practice. Discovery of balance, presence, awareness. I must choose love over hate. I must recognize both goddess and god and remember that all of live is simply energy moving within and without us and all beings, whether we call it divine or buddhanature or the holyspirit, or not

This is a potent time. GIVE LOVE. BE LOVE. BREATHE LOVE.



Good morning
Sunrise meditation
Sitting or standing
On the wooden planks of our little cabin’s balcony
Every morning the same yet different
Notice the pastels in the sky

Midday meditation
There is no one right way to sit
There is no one right way to practice
Isn’t everything practice, after all?
Isn’t everything life unfolding?
Suffering is to be accepted, not evaded
Difficulty, sadness and death are not optional
But neither are joy, celebration and beauty

Tune in to the birds’ heart songs
Gaze at the cloud formations billowing slowly
Contemplate the water, so blue and sparkly, rippling
Listen to the wind, the leaves, the trees
Watch the birds swoop, fly, flutter from branch to branch
Watch the thoughts swoop, fly, flutter, stutter, compete, judge, opine
and all the rest
Watch the sensations in the physical body and the energies in the subtle body
Watch the emotions come and go
Sunset meditation
Good night


Full moon intensity anxiety fulfillment
Journey coming to an end
Except there is no journey and no end

Bubble baths pampering appreciation
Playgrounds across North America
Slides swings metal plastic then and now
Leaves falling trees standing swaying
Interpreting swirls in pumpkin chai lattes
Bundling up stripping down

East west north south above below
Center of the Heart

Easier said than done?
Easier done than not done
Nothing to do
But watch the water go by

Soul coughing memories and plans
Dharma media yoga social club
Carrying wishful books around
Not reading
Not writing
Not listening
Not speaking

Learning by osmosis, by un-design, by letting go, by receptive awareness
Traveling diagonally, chasing Dylan down the sidewalk chalk
What about Bob?
What is it about?
Train cars jet engines soles of feet
Rubber soul steel mind trap
Saturn day all work and all games

Om sweet om
Namastay Na-MA-ste
India Guatemala Mexico Canada USA Colombia
Mama Africa
Gaia on the astral plane

Purple jade sore joints absorbing the pain of our brothers and sisters
Not worrying

Choosing our own adventures
Feeling poetry rise up until sunset
Music in the ever present

Reeling in what is illusion and what is a dream and what is reality
Realizing nothing
Oppositional defiance
Order disorder
Chaos in silence

No no no
Perhaps perhaps perhaps
Oh, yes!


For better or worse smartphone touchscreen spellchecker auto-correct pop culture computers on steroid wheels
girls just wanna have fun and lose belly fat
Americana pajamas kindle fire charger wire
TV news at six and ten strip malls box stores eco what?
SUVs digitized
analog in Antique shops

Too Much of everything, not enough Nothing.
And yet it is all so perfect and beautiful

Santa Fe, holy faith, the great SouthWest
Navajo Apache Pueblo Indians Turquoise Silver Pottery Tapestry Painting

Vast sky, billowing clouds, open spaces, adobe art galleries
Blue and brown, like walking through a breezy dream

Heading westward toward the setting sun and the full moon rising
Summer slips away, and all we have is now

New Mexico, Old Mexico
living the present, remembering the memories, planning for future flights

Needs and resources identified, I sit rediscovering the missing peace.
Breathe, soften, listen, repeat.

Happy New Day

Life is

broken down into

made up of

years months weeks days hours minutes seconds


The task goal point meaning of Life is to live each one of them
fully, openly, heartily

Moments are Life
This moment is living

This moment is what it is
And it is also in movement

The movement of the moment
flowing with grace
simultaneous embrace and let-go

Accepting the innate perfection of everysinglething,
while at the same time
choosing healing
(choosing yoga, breath, meditation, meaningful work, mindful consumption,  healthy lifestyles)

Above all,
and choosing love.

buddha faces

To live is to love.
To love is to live.
You live that you may learn to love.
You love that you may learn to live in the eternal.


Ode to My Dad


My dad is awesome.

I appreciate him more with each passing year.

My dad is a sailor. He has owned one sailboat or another as long as I have lived. We have had the joy of drifting over the water, gazing at the sunset and moving with the wind.

My dad is a classic rock aficionado. He instilled in me an early love for good music.

My dad is an engineer. He worked for the same company for nearly 40 years.

My dad is retired. My dad and mom have been to the beaches in Belize and Hawaii this year. I’m so happy for them.

My dad is kind and generous.

My dad is grounded and balanced. A Libra.

My dad is subtle. He is not the life of the party, but he has a quiet humor you have to pay attention to get.

My dad is patient. Unbelievably patient. Miraculously patient.

My dad is understanding and open-minded.

My dad is simply wonderful. And today is his 63rd birthday. So I thought I’d write this in lieu of sending him a coffee mug via that says World’s Best Dad. (Even though he is.)

Happy birthday, Dad! Thanks for being you.



dreaming waking

sitting standing walking

breathing  living  existing

listening   looking   intending   imagining

hearing   seeing   creating

believing releasing


cooking eating cleaning dirtying

hugging  kissing

writing reading

playing working

speaking talking stretching dancing

wondering    thanking    appreciating

taking   giving

laughing  crying

it’s good just being here.