An Afternoon at the Lake Shrine
The Lake Shrine has a way of slowing the body without instruction. Walking paths circle the water, benches appear just when rest feels right, and silence settles without effort. This journal reflects on returning to the grounds after the fires, and how certain places invite presence simply by being what they are.
Holding the Space
Some forms of leadership are almost invisible. This journal reflects on the quiet responsibility of holding space during a retreat. Preparing land, staying alert through the night, and offering steady presence so others can move safely through deep inner work.
The Payphone at Red Rock Canyon
I left my phone behind on a hike through Red Rock Canyon and found my attention settling in unexpected ways. Along the trail, three quiet encounters and a silent payphone reshaped how I thought about presence, connection, and what it means to be reachable.
Inner Map: The Trailhead of Arrival
Meditation begins with a simple arrival — a moment to pause, settle your body, and choose your pace. This first step doesn’t require clarity or perfect focus. It’s just a quiet shift into presence, where the path ahead starts to take shape.
Sailing Into Presence: A Meditation on the Open Water
A simple sail off the coast of Maine revealed something timeless: meditation isn’t only silence and stillness. It’s being present in the wind, the waves, and the company we keep.
Zen and the Art of Building a Shed
What began as a simple plan to build two sheds turned into a deeper reflection on mindfulness, teamwork, and the harmony between form and feeling. Inspired by Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, this article explores the unexpected beauty of a practical project in the hills of Topanga.
Honoring My Grandfather: Crossing a Threshold and Embracing Change
Returning home for my grandfather’s funeral was more than a moment of remembrance—it became a journey of transformation. From the solemn beauty of his military service to an unexpected speech at the reception, I found myself reflecting on presence, letting go, and the quiet ways we step into new roles within our families. In honoring his life, I also recognized a shift within myself—one that felt like both an ending and a new beginning.