Blog 2015

Daily Bread

We are always departing, in each moment. Observe impermanence closely, for it leads to freedom. In a few days I’ll be setting out on a 5 to 6 day solo trip out on the Bailey Range in Olympic National Park. It’s been 25 years since I attempted anything close to a 65 mile hike through trackless terrain on dirt, rock, and snow, relying only on inner resources, and my two legs. About 8 years ago, a knee surgeon told me I had about 15 years left on my knees and to avoid weight bearing exercises.  I’m not ready for the easy chair life yet, but I have taken my doctor’s...

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Peace and War

Seattle. Waiting for the light to change. A person is sleeping over there, on angular rocks, in the midst of a concrete wasteland. His soft heart beating life being dashed against the jagged reefs of modern civilization. My mind races with the stop and go wheels of the mechanized existence all around me. What’s in the shopping cart? Random garbage for an improvised wind break? Or? The light changes and I am rolling, the jarring morning visual fading into my rear view mirror. I glance quickly out the window as I ascend the viaduct. Royal Dutch Shell’s Polar Pioneer drill rig...

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The Hills are Alive with Chi

I’m an acupuncturist, but I hardly ever write about acupuncture any more.  I’ve written about it quite a bit already in my blog. It benefits most health conditions, including wellness. My clinic is dedicated to making acupuncture affordable for everyone. Welcome! It’s late spring in the Northwest and we are blessed with some of the most beautiful hiking in the world. Olympic National Park is, in the opinion of many world traveler friends I know, unequaled in terms of pristine wilderness on this planet. As a practitioner of the healing arts – for those of you who are...

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Mount Dickerman

I left the parking lot at 5:50 a.m. and started up the endless switchbacks. Temperature in the mid to upper 40s under a heavy grey mist. One other car was in the lot when I arrived – when I signed the trail register, I realized they had camped out last night. There was no wind in the heavily wooded lower slopes – only the sound of creeks tumbling downhill, and the occasional bird song as the world woke up. About 8:30 a.m., I broke through the mist and was blown away by the amazing views of nearby peaks. 9:35 a.m. At the top. The couple who had slept in a tent on the summit ridge...

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A Zen Pilgrimage to South Korea

The Backstory. I left Seattle for India in 1999, half imagining that soon I would be living in a cave eating nettles in a mystical and  hidden region of the Himalayan mountains close to the snow line. Instead, within nine months I was married to Upel and my Tibetan lama repeated his advice that it was probably time to return to the U.S. and put into practice whatever Dharma I had learned. It’s far more difficult and and at a certain point, more spiritually meaningful, to practice patience, compassion and contemplate interdependence while navigating the treacherous and stressful...

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Black Dirt and Worms, Murderers and Saints

On this, the third day of spring, the black dirt is rich with decay, fat worms wriggling in abundance. I minimize probing with the steel blade, not wishing to harm soft bellied friends ripening detritus and aerating the beds which I hope will yield food for my family’s table. Bending close to the ground, I witness the vigorous activity now emerging from winter’s darkness. Tapping seeds one by one gently from the envelope, I pause to remember internal cultivation in the infinite fields of the mind: May all beings pull the destructive roots of ignorance, anger, and greed from...

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