The Chickadee Path

by Renee Seiyo  “I see one on the branch. He sees me. He’ll come.” I said in a whisper with arms outstretched, palms up, and holding several sunflower seeds for the chickadees. That is the scene on the chickadee path. Everyone who walks this path knows this is the posture we take to have a chickadee land…

Compassion & Goodwill

by Dawn Chiyo Sensei.  “If you see the Buddha on the road, don’t kill him…give him dry socks.” I went out this week to get some used bowls at Goodwill.  Standing in front of me was a man who was buying a coat and some socks. He stood out because his hair and clothes were…

Common Purple Lilacs

That one spring day when I smelled the sweet fragrance of the common purple lilac,* I became aware of myself in the world and the environment. Before that moment, I have only fuzzy fragments of memories—nursery class at the internment camp at Rohwer, Arkansas; Obon dance music; shaved ice; early morning breakfast in the mess…

The Purple Barn

by CJ Daiyo Sensei Once when I was ten years old, Dad took us out West and we drove across Kansas. It was as flat and uneventful as you might suspect, a vast sea of wheat as far as the eye could see. As the hours passed it seemed as though we were uncertain if…

This is a worthy moment

by Marilyn Chiyo   This is a worthy moment. I have rested with this mantra now for much of the past year. Its sound, spoken silently in my head, is so commonplace that the phrase is a companion of sorts. In the midst of those glorious moments, like last night listening to my daughter’s clear,…

Lessons from a Micorwave Oven

by Patty Kayo My Dharma glimpse came to me at about 2 a.m. the other day, when I got up to microwave heat a rice-filled thingy I use for neck pain, something I do just about every night. Like ten thousand times before, it was just me and the microwave in the middle of the…