The Magnificent Silence Between Thoughts

The silence between the bumps and burbles of our “monkey” mind’s endless river of thoughts contains the universe. We sometimes (but very rarely) feel its presence during meditation.

As we sit in our homes during this lockdown period, separated from all familiar routines, the stardust of our being is a little easier access.

Wabi Sabi Tree

The older I get (and that’s pretty damn old) the more I appreciate the marks that aging leaves. If this tree was a perfectly formed spruce I doubt it would attract half the interest that this old warrior does.

Impermanence/Route 40


The first ending. And knowing it would end
I wanted another. Lover, summer,
pen with which to write it all down.
The first disappointment. Which is not
remembered but lives in the body.
And how familiar it became …Dimitrov

On Growing Old and Dying

Standing at the door of death isn’t pleasant. It’s filled with pain, regret and an uneasy feeling you’d rather not be there. Everyone on this small rock we humans call home will die. It’s a given…but, all things being equal I’d rather sit by the water and look at birds.

Zen Tree Grove

This grove of trees is in Petaluma, California’s Helen Putnam Park. It’s a little less than an hour north of San Francisco in Sonoma county. To my eye, the absence of color and the muted gray tones make this a very meditative image.

Portrait Of A Zen Master (not)

The combination of a man arguing with his wife and some chalk graffiti for the background makes something that wasn’t look plausible.

To be honest, I like this photograph but couldn’t think of a good reason to publish it. Hence the above weak words.

Touching God

I’ve been to this place hundreds of times. It’s land that was once owned by a old relative of mine who loved growing things, especially trees. I’m embarrassed to say in spite of all those visits, I never really “saw” those magnificent trees. In this photograph my wife is touching one. To me, it looks like she’s patting the universe.