January 2018

	Looking up and noting colors
1.1.2018

	Ocean's echoes
1.2.2018

1.3.2018

	Filled up with light
1.4.2018

1.5.2018

1.6.2018

	Standing in the surf I understand There is no separation of ocean and land, Water penetrates the soil, Sand underlies the ocean, The only thing to say is that We are all mixed up in this together.
1.7.2018

	Thinking about the mainland
1.8.2018

	Kissing good-bye
1.9.2018

	Transition complete
1.10.2018

	Still trying to piece the world together
1.11.2018

	Just when I think the process does not work I let go and get a clear reading - the secret is just to let the hand do what it wants and not think about it.
1.12.2018

1.13.2018

	Slowly integrating
1.14.2018

1.15.2018

	Tunnel tension teaching
1.16.2018

	Fluid identities
1.17.2018

	with the cessation of divided knowing, all this comes to an end
1.18.2018

	excitement accompanying emergence
1.19.2018

	The five things my meditation teacher asked me to remember each day en route to nirvana: I age constantly Not exempt from disease Someday I will die What I love will change and vanish All my actions have consequences
1.20.2018

1.21.2018

	Concentrated, pure, bright, malleable, wieldy, steady, and imperturbable light accumulates in a vessel
1.22.2018

	Forming a delicate balance
1.23.2018

	And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’ But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’ And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall Bob Dylan, 1963
1.24.2018

	Globe spanning vessel
1.25.2018

1.26.2018

1.27.2018

	Drawing in the lodge, son snowboarding
1.28.2018

	More idle time turned to drawing
1.29.2018

	Further along the orthogonal axis
1.30.2018

	Lessons from a full moon
1.31.2018