I don't know of any other city where you can walk through so many culturally diverse neighborhoods, and you're never out of sight of the wild hills. Nature is very close here.

Clouds sink down the hills Coffee is hot again. The dog Turns and turns about, stops and sleeps.

Burning the small dead branches broke from beneath thick spreading whitebark pine. A hundred summers snowmelt rock and air hiss in a twisted bough.

Practically speaking, a life that is vowed to simplicity, appropriate boldness, good humor, gratitude, unstinting work and play, and lots of walking, brings us close to the actually existing world and its wholeness.

After weeks of watching the roof leak I fixed it tonight by moving a single board

Thought is just an apprehension of touch.

Zen aims at freedom but its practice is disciplined.