Fire surrounded Tassajara Zen Mountain Center. Gratitude for all of the heart and effort that went into preserving that refuge in the wilderness! Fundraising for a permanent Dharma Rain sprinkler system is well underway. I took this photo in May when I was down at Tassajara: … [Read more...]
Fire on my Mind
Happy Interdependence Day, everyone! It's July 4th, the pyromaniac's favorite time of the year. Please be careful if you are lighting fireworks or playing with fire in any way. It's hot and dry out there. It's been a quiet few months on this blog as I've turned my attention to other interests and writing projects, but fire season is in full, hot fervor. We need no more dark reminder than the recent deaths of 19 firefighters on the Yarnell Hill fire. I've been working on a written response to the disaster but have nothing that feels at all adequate to the loss. I am holding … [Read more...]
West Coast Live Saturday, Jan 19th!
UPDATE: Listen to the broadcast: West Coast Live 19 January 2013. The first few minutes are missing. Sedge started the interview by asking me about the human need to control wildfire and the notion that in Zen, you "let things be." I said that the residents of Tassajara didn't try to control the fire, they guided it, met it, befriended it. Sedge: Those are not USFS firefighting terms. Me: No, they're not, these are Zen monks. Sedge: They don't get into suppression... Me: Or opposition or enmity. Their idea was: Fire belongs here. The forest needs fire. We live here, with … [Read more...]
Back in the Saddle
Snow is just the other face of fire. After a fairly long silence, I've posted a new Huffington Post blog! Become a fan of my blog to encourage me to keep at it and pass the link along to anyone you think might appreciate the bliss of skate skiing. Here are the big-hearted owners of Tahoe Cross Country, where I find that bliss, featured on the cover of the Tahoe Weekly. And here I am in the Great Ski Race 2011, skiing out of the frame past my friend Tove Jensen. … [Read more...]
Tassajara Teaching
Just returned from a dip into the stillness and quiet of the Tassajara valley. At one point I found myself sitting in the same zendo seat where I sat last fall during the practice period. There's a fairly large gap in the wooden tan (or platform) there. I was sure I could feel it through my cushion, and this used to annoy me. Like sleeping on a lumpy mattress. This time, though, I regarded the crack with a kind of tenderness. I came back to my room and wrote: Everything you've broken, Everything broken in you, For this too, Gratitude. … [Read more...]
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