- It’s my potty
“Where’s your bathroom?,” asks a visitor to my little green schoolbus-home in the forest. Ummmm….well, …
- I’m in the soup
Rain drums on the roof of my bus, waves pound the rocks below. Into the …
- The road is full of forks
I am playing this game of trying to cut through my own bullshit. As i …
- Zen time is gold
I want to say that the reason why I haven’t posted anything in the six …
- Trainwreck in the zendo
I caused a minor trainwreck in the zendo yesterday during walking meditation. The vestments, the …
