Field Notes
The Warrior of the Heart
Perhaps we are not being asked to become harder. Perhaps we are being asked to become strong enough to remain loving.
Field Notes
Notes from the path—small reflections arising from the field of presence.
Poems, Quotes and Parables
The Third Patriarch of Zen
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
Denial: When the Truth Feels Too Dangerous
Behind denial often lives a wound seeking protection. Healing begins when it is finally safe to feel what has been hidden.
Field Notes
A Place Called Pet Elements
Not every sanctuary has meditation cushions and candles. Some have cat food, kind people, and a warm welcome.
Sanctuary Circle
The Forgotten Ground
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 of Remembering Love
Forty years later, I understand: I was never really searching for sobriety. I was searching for love, and learning to remember it.
Healing
Self-Care As An Act of Remembering.
A reflection on self-care as an act of remembrance — returning gently to the deeper ground of one’s own life beneath the noise, exhaustion, and forgetting.
Field Notes
Nothing Is Missing: On Books, Teachers, and the Truth Within
No book, teacher, or tradition can ultimately give us what is not already present within us. The deepest encounters in life do not place truth inside the soul — they awaken the remembrance of what has always been there.
Field Notes
Forty Years Later: The Trauma Beneath the Trauma.
Decades into recovery, deeper layers of suffering sometimes emerge—not because healing failed, but because the psyche reveals itself only when enough inner ground exists to safely hold what once could not be endured.
Field Notes
The Return Beneath Anger
Anger is rarely the deepest layer. Beneath it is often fear. Beneath the fear, grief. And beneath the grief, the feeling that we have become separate from love itself. But perhaps we are never truly separate. Healing is not becoming something new. It is the gentle return to what has never left.
Field Notes
When Silence Speaks
I tried to put my heart into words for the one I loved— and watched the connection fade, conflict as I spoke. It was then I began to understand: some truths cannot survive language, love can only be shared within the realms of silence.
Field Notes
In Case You Wondered
These words are not teachings from a distance, but the living trace of what moves through me—offered, gently, as a path others may recognize.