Kenny was the reddest man I have ever known. Pure fire. A burner, of bridges and walls and so much more. He left a wake of creation and destruction, chaos and art. Kenny was my teacher in so many ways. He taught me about my own anger, my ego, my pride. There were times I …
Category: Dorje LIng
Notes from a Bicycle Bodhisattva – may all beings be liberated!
May all beings everywhere, with whom we are inseparably interconnected, be fulfilled, awakened, and free. May there be peace in this world and throughout the entire universe, and may we all together complete the spiritual journey. Once upon a time I went for a ride on Cortes Island, with a sore knee and a rusty …
A perfect day for gratitude and goodbye
This morning I was knocked ass-over-teakettle, by a giant wave of gratitude for all the marvels of this highly imperfect life. I rode down to Dorje Ling to bring Kenny a newly knitted pair of fingerless mitts – marked by holes and bumpy stitches, highly imperfect, Dorje Ling style. He was glad to see me …
Here I am
I am here, I am here, I am here. Committed. To the wind and the rain and the darkness, the stillness and the silence and the boredom and the fear. To learning. To rest. To service. To biking the hilly unpaved roads. To knitting mushroom-dyed wool and drinking hot chai by the woodstove. To writing. …
The Universe picks up the phone
I asked the Universe to send me a home. A quiet place to learn, and focus, and rest. And this is what that dang Universe has dumped on my plate: the sweetest little lakeside cottage, where I sit now typing by the woodstove. Spacious and bright, with a comfy bed at the top of the …