Monday, August 1, 2016


The air is pure silk this morning. Last night’s storm left in it’s wake a gentle breeze, clarity of sight and sound, sharp relief. I can hear the most minute sounds; see the edges and contrasts of every existence. The leaves in the trees are barely whispering as they sway with the grass. The birdsong is content and happy. There is a definite celebration taking place here in this sanctuary. Where did the people go? The humidity? The anxious feelings? Grateful to be sitting here amidst this quietude alone, but hardly so.
 --Villa des Amis/August 1, 2016

Tuesday, July 5, 2016


              Villa des Amis

Taking a walk in the garden can be a revelatory act. 
Or not. 
It depends on my state of mind, awareness, openness, curiosity. It saddens me to see how incurious I can be, moving through a space lost in my own story, thoughts, the next sentence, eager to add something while all around is being lost: the church bells, birdsong, the dying rose bloom, an aunt colony, my own breath, how that arbor is shading the hostas now that the winter months are gone, or that the leaves will fall like ripe fruit as the warmth of the days retreat in favor of another season, the wonderment of how many more seasons I have to appreciate the impermanence that surrounds me, while having a desire that this day last in the face of so much evidence it won’t. Look, there’s a blade of grass leaning in the opposite direction from its neighbors. 

Friday, May 20, 2016


LPC 2002

       There are drawings that manifest 
       education and there are drawings 
                  that manifest love.

Thursday, October 8, 2015


Villa des Amis/Autumn 2015

Everything disappears, 
            but nothing ends.
    It all comes back in time.
         I certainly intend to.
                     ---Andrew Greig

Monday, August 31, 2015


Quarry Court/North Berwick/Scotland

The fruits of meditation, when it is truly achieved, give one a new lease on life, redouble an individual’s capacity for vigorous and creative action by eliminating all obsession with the pursuit of pleasure or the evasion of pain, and indeed promote the full enjoyment of life with all its good and bad, its beauty and ugliness. It permits one to act instead of constantly reacting. It frees the mind from the eternal conflict of the opposites. Even more, it enhances one’s feelings of compassion so that this freedom cannot be used to the detriment of others and that alone is no small virtue in today’s environment.

 ---from The Quiet Mind by John E. Coleman

Thursday, July 23, 2015


Labyrinth/Villa des Amis

Sitting quietly, 
doing nothing.
Spring comes, 
and the grass grows
by itself.
                     Zenrin Kushu