Everything connects us to other things

Noah Ma-yo Sensei I’ve been developing a daily routine with my kids as I strive to teach them mindfulness and Buddhist principles. In the past several weeks we’ve been focusing on meditation and learning to sit quietly before going to bed. My 3-year-old can now sit for 60 seconds at a time and she’s so…

Sacred Space

by Shirleen Soyo What makes a space sacred? Religious use? Blessings? Dedication? Perhaps it’s just a flip of a mind switch. The words about sacred space in Chögyam Trungpa’s Shambala this week spoke to me. I thought, “What if every space was sacred? Home? Everywhere would be filled with peace, unconditional love, and fun. Causes and conditions this past week allowed…

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…

Into the Dharma

by Toyo Teru Sensei Into the Dharma, we shall journey, like astronauts or a team of interdependent explorers that make their way through an abyss of un-explored continents, with uncharted rivers, and great divides of lands never traveled before. To me and many new members of the Dharma, we find ourselves delving into this unknown abyss of…

You Don’t Know Shit

by Richard Doyo “You don’t know shit”, stated the Afro-American woman sitting across from a novice therapist. The therapist had said he knew how she felt. He had been well- trained, which meant, in his day, he had been in long-term psychodynamic therapy for years, to make his unconscious conscious. To be an astute clinician…

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…

Tall Pines

Pine Trees. By Hasegawa Tohaku. (1539-1610), by Mike Shinyo One day in Germany, I watched some tall pine trees sway in the wind. These trees were very tall and strong. The wind was heavy toward the top of this hill that they stood on. It would seem that these strong trees could stand up to…