Lucille Ball, an icon of my childhood was born on this day in 1911. Those with enough fingers and toes might notice she would have been one hundred today… Read more
Lucille Ball, an icon of my childhood was born on this day in 1911. Those with enough fingers and toes might notice she would have been one hundred today… Read more
Rudolf Brazda died this past Wednesday. He was the last “pink triangle” survivor of Hitler’s death camps. He was ninety-eight. As they say, those who forget are condemned to repeat… Read more
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I mentioned earlier this week how I returned from holiday on Monday to find myself invited into the heart sorrow of a family grieving a suicide this past Sunday evening. Yesterday I met with the family for the second time working out details for a memorial service this evening. Such confusion and longing for this not to be happening. Now, my holiday had concluded with a seven day sesshin, intensive meditation retreat, so, the whipsaw wasn’t all that hard for... Read more
Thanks to the scholarly investigations of Stan Washburn, we have access to what really happened in those days of yore when the dragon and George walked this good earth. Sadly, this study has been long supressed (okay, out of print). But, now, thanks to my own relentless digging around the web, I’ve found the text, nearly complete, which I’ve copied below. I do encourage the entrepid to seek out a copy of the original book, published as The True Account... Read more
Back into the world of ministry! My first day in the office I found myself meeting with a family delving into the darkness of suicide. Life Death The whole mess… Thank you… Read more
Looking forward to a lovely day clinging near the beaches and coast of lovely old New England… Ah, summertime… Read more
Summer must be wearing on me. I feel a sermon coming on, and as I don’t have a day set to climb into the high pulpit for a bit, perhaps I’ll inflict my small message on you, dear reader… I’ve noticed there are two phrases that when I hear either of them, I get ready for something unpleasant to follow, the smell following a dead skunk in the road. Of the two likely the worst is “this probably isn’t politically... Read more
Forty seven people attended this retreat, most for all of it. No longer sure how many we’ve done as the Boundless Way, but many now. So, something of a well oiled machine. Well, well oiled for a Boundless Way retreat. Our more traditional Soto relatives visit and are either appalled or appalled and delighted, depending. We certainly bring the lots and lots of sitting part of our Soto heritage, our Zen heritage. And for those who wish to delve to... Read more
I’m well into our annual Boundless Way dai-sesshin, a seven day intensive meditation retreat. So, postings here will be spotty at best for the week. Here’s a bit of what we’re doing, put together by some distant lineage cousins… Read more