Field Notes
The Art of Surrender And The Alchemy of Transcendence: Part One
That beneath the wounded places, beneath the stories, beneath the contractions of fear and survival, there exists a presence that has never been harmed..
Notes from the path—small reflections arising from the field of presence.
Field Notes
That beneath the wounded places, beneath the stories, beneath the contractions of fear and survival, there exists a presence that has never been harmed..
Field Notes
Healing does not begin with effort. It begins with presence. This reflection explores the healing field—a quiet reality beneath thought, where separation softens, the nervous system settles, and love quietly remembers itself.
The Patients Voice
Modern medicine excels at treating disease, but too often forgets the person. A reflection on care, presence, and the human heart of healing.
Field Notes
Not everyone will understand your deepest language. The invitation is not to convince them, but to keep walking until you discover the quiet place where your own heart is finally at home.
Field Notes
There is a sound hidden within every one of us—older than words, older than prayer. It is a sacred sound that carries both our deepest grief and our deepest love.
Love and Presence
Beneath anger lies fear. Beneath fear lies longing. And beneath longing is the quiet remembrance of Love. This reflection explores the hidden architecture of the human heart and the journey from separation to belonging.
Field Notes
Perhaps we are not being asked to become harder. Perhaps we are being asked to become strong enough to remain loving.
Poems, Quotes and Parables
A reflection on the Third Patriarch of Zen and the transformative power of complete attention. What happens when thought grows quiet, separation falls away, and we discover that what we have been seeking has been waiting for us all along?
Field Notes
Behind denial often lives a wound seeking protection. Healing begins when it is finally safe to feel what has been hidden.
Field Notes
Not every sanctuary has meditation cushions and candles. Some have cat food, kind people, and a warm welcome.
Sanctuary Circle
What if the deepest human tragedy is not that we have lost love, but that we have forgotten it? A reflection on conflict, separation, belonging, and the possibility that nothing essential has ever been lost.
Field Notes
Forty years later, I understand: I was never really searching for sobriety. I was searching for love, and learning to remember it.