Free Lone Beautiful Flowers photo and picture

We bear witness to such division today. Disharmonies are everywhere: nation against nation, generation against generation, and neighbor against neighbor. Tried and true institutions and values seem to be falling apart. Some formerly life-sustaining scripture bends and breaks, broken in relation to that never-ending, never-settled scientific revolution.

Many of us feel a little broken too.

Abounding threats, large and tiny, catch us quite off guard. We search our phones for answers, but there is not much to be found there except more bad news: a war declared trending on X; a voicemail from a suddenly ill, dear friend; another texted sales pitch.

But there abounds good news too, if we learn where and how to look for it. And it is ever-present, and perennial to boot. Last Century, a Philosopher and a Mythologist seemed to arrive, from different directions, at a single and very auspicious perspective.

The Philosopher took refuge in the library at Trabuco and dug in: reading, contemplating, writing. What emerged was a philosophia perennis, an account across time and philosophies and religions of the “Highest Common Factor”. Composed through the ages by saints, sages, and prophets, this perennial philosophy was everywhere to behold. It was transcendent and immanent, cosmic space and divine ground. The Philosopher had discovered that beyond and within the many differences between wisdom traditions floated enduring pay dirt: tat tvam asi.

The Mythologist, at nearly the same time, recognized something quite universal from the perspective of journeys undertaken in myth, fairy tale, scripture, and dreams. A monomyth. It was the heroes’ journey with legendary protagonists ranging from bear cult worshippers, to witch doctors, to Olympian gods, and finally, to our very selves. Later, the Mythologist would write of the collapse of many myths and religions held literally. Science and Rationalism would dispel beliefs in a Flood, a Parted Sea, and an Exodus. So he urged the necessity to explore a new and ancient myth: “the old everlasting perennial mythology” that eternally exists along side the scientific method, with each illuminating the other. A perennial mythology that he identified more than once as tat tvam asi…that thou art. But what exactly does it mean?

The Chandogya Upanishad, created long ago (7th century BCE), conveys a Truth both Philosopher and Mythologist identified as perennial to the core. The story (in brief) goes something like this: An overly cocky twelve year old (imagine that) named Svetaketu, inquired of his father, Uddalaka, about the Knowledge whereby “we can know what cannot be known”. His father gave the boy a humbling task, to bring back a fruit from the nyagrodha tree and discover the tree’s inception. An experiment ensued as father directed son to break the fruit open; then, to break a seed held within the fruit open. Svetaketu searched but could not see the origin of the tree in the broken fruit and tiny seed.

Similarly, the boy was instructed to put some salt in a cup of water. The next day father asked son about the salt and its whereabouts, but it had dissolved, and the boy could not see it. Now taste the water instructed Uddalaka. It was, of course, salty…still present but invisible salt. Father explained that the hidden salt remained in the water even as the imperceptible Atman (Essence, Spiritual Self) remained in all things, as invisible as it was perennial.

Lovingly, Uddalaka concluded, “you my dear Svetaketu are that Essence, that thou art”.  Tat tvam asi.

Free Cushion Navy photo and picture

Don’t just do something,
stand there.
To be fair,
just sit there.

Sit and stare,
innocent, open, and offline.
Spine gently straight,
held firm and awake,
baking sapientia
in a (nothing special) sit.

Fit for no thing,
engaged with everything.
Standing now.

But don’t just stand there,
Do some sacred something,
bring your all,
to this,

our one and only lifespan.

Free Robot Cyborg photo and picture

“It’s not that I’m so smart, it’s just that I stay with problems longer.” Einstein

Here, the wise physicist who proclaimed the “modest life” was channeling something gritty about mental perseverance. For example, you could persevere through the rest of this essay or maybe just pick up your smart phone and move to the next thing. This is our dilemma today, an utter intolerance for staying with problems, challenges, or really much of anything at all so: click, click, click.

Our irritation at inconvenience is more palpable than ever and instant gratification has never been quite so, well, instant. So instead of staying with a problem, we simply offload it; copy and paste it into ChatGPT or any of its brethren. Cognitive offloading. Instant answers. Everybody is doing it!

Now plenty has been written about the virtues of artificial intelligence for vacation planning, recipe making, foreign language learning and radiology interpreting. A properly programmed chat-bot tutor aids students with patience, precision and accessibility. There are trade-offs. Artificial intelligence directed at cancer cures is as inspiring as those technologies are terrifying when aimed at biological warfare. There is a potential to “solve” environmental problems even as AI Centers require godawful amounts of energy with negative environmental consequences. We will always have problems despite AI enthusiasts and their claims for utopia.

Let’s return to Einstein’s point and staying with problems: “Stay with it!” This is the encouragement from parent to child, teacher to student, and therapist to client. In all three domains growth often comes by staying with challenges and learning from that (sometimes) nettling process. Learning requires exertion and effort, qualities essential to knowledge acquisition honed over tens of thousands of years. Back to offloading.  It forecloses opportunities for growth and learning in exchange for quick and easy answers that present a compelling illusion: that artificial intelligence is our own intelligence. We feel smart and competent. But ironically, emerging research shows diminished intellectual abilities with AI, particularly a loss of critical thinking…a world feeling smarter, even as it is getting dumber.

An added and unfortunate twist: cognitive surrender. Arguably more insidious than intentional offloading, we surrender without quite knowing it. We give up our intuitive and deliberative capacities as we adopt AI information. No questions asked. One research study found that people followed wrong AI answers 80% of the time. Unlike the decision to offload, surrender means giving up and giving in–not to our own brainpower but to that of a “machine”. Surrender, as in we lose.

There is something called the automation bias that applies here. We tend to believe machine-generated answers more than information from traditional sources like books or (wise) people. The EdTech revolution of the last four decades saturated classrooms with computers and tablets. And with smart phones on a desk, in a pocket, or a purse. Research shows that just the proximity of a smart phone reduces concentration! Many attribute student achievement declines to these technologies…and to social media (a story for another day). Artificial Intelligence is the latest and greatest tech-threat to our own intelligence. The disruptions to education are already immense. Students are using ChatGPT and similar technologies to write essays, term papers, and complete online exams. They are not learning course subject matter, so-called “learning objectives”, and they are (rapidly) forgetting how to think.

Of course, that means that schools themselves must be at the forefront of caution and regulation, right? Nope. Ohio State University will require an entire course and numerous workshops on the use of AI for its students. California State University has contracted with Open-AI for something ominously called ChatGPT Edu…an oxymoron of sorts. This provides over 450,000 students and 63,000 staffers with a premium version of the platform. For those of us who can remember the aforementioned EdTech Revolution, Apple computer school discounts and giveaways in the 1980’s, this is true déjà vu…the nightmarish kind. Not to be outdone, California Community Colleges will support “human-centered AI grounded in equity, accountability, and student success with faculty, staff, administrators, students, and partners to expand access”. How do we reconcile these lofty sentiments with the deep darkside of offloading and surrender? Cynics ponder how this industry, with billions invested, seems to exert such influence over our colleges and universities.

Some argue for a moratorium on these regressive steps by school administrations. In the style of best practice research, there should be a review of the scientific literature that has already exposed scores of problems and flaws with this technology in educational settings. There should be open and honest meetings with stakeholders-more researchers and especially students and teachers; fewer administrators and industry “experts”.

All of education should pause. No more AI implementation. We need to stay with this problem a little longer.

Free Mountains Nature photo and picture

Waking up to the miseries of the world and our essential predicament alarms us; overwhelms us.

So, refuge in literal sleep, daydreaming or even a good nap seems like a smart idea. But prepare, the focus hereafter will depart from lessons in sleep hygiene and embrace the symbolic nature of wakefulness and sleep.

The spiritual aspirant, intent on waking up, encounters the sparkles of dew on a spider-woven web, the rising western sun, and the shrieks of playful abandon from a nearby playground (our joy for their joy). Add to that, front-page war horrors, political disruption, and the insidious upset of neighborhood gossip. Life is a mixed bag.

Besides literal sleep, we might seek refuge in consumption. We swallow the wrong food and drink, and too much of both. We resort to Black Friday pastimes year round, with a consumerism that is normalized, but is really just another way to doze off into materiality.  Of course, the dopamine rush of these departures from the spirit yield only temporary relief, and soon we are chewing again on addictive Nabisco concoctions, and credit-carding on Amazon. These are the sacraments of modernity, our communions and our confirmations; our body-blood and our identity.

Perhaps the most complicated of these forces are the technologies that bring us blog posts (like this one), our favorite Kindle Anthology, online gambling and a deluge of social media. Technologies are a mixed bag too.

Technologists smarter than us have surpassed even the Nabisco food chemists as purveyors of addiction. Algorithms tease and trap our brains and fingers into doom scrolls as we chase the highs of our passion and the lows of our fear and outrage. Scientists explain that this unwitting social experiment alters (not for the better) brain functioning, especially in children, teens and young adults. Disturbingly, we are sacrificing our youth without much protest from their elders who are too busy on their own smart phones. And, in a story for another day, the misuse of artificial intelligence is poised to propel this unwholesome enterprise fast forward.

Some blessed folks are waking up to our dilemma, clutching what basic goodness they can, and taking action to lessen the suffering. But awakening to a nightmare is not easy, and even they might forget about those webs of dew and childhood enchantments. Even they might be led onto the tempting exits described herein.

So where is the Refuge that refreshes the quest to live an inspired life and help out others along the way? We might seek out books and teachers and podcasts and influencers of all sorts-there are plenty to choose from! Or we may decide to think about our path a little differently. Instead of looking out there, we might consider looking inside. Myth and legend tell compelling stories of those with the courage to look within; past all the baggage and self-deception. We could go all the way in through sight, and sound, and what is felt like pressures and temperatures and movement…all the way in, to this very breath, and the next and the next.

These are the breaths that support us all; that support both writer and reader in this exact instant of a shared idea. And within and all around our simple respirations, we can discover the present moment. Now.

We are delivered to our body through awareness of breath, and begin to discover that it is this very body; these very senses that are the path to our present moment. We watch carefully. The present moment at once is a millisecond… and all eternity. Disorienting! There is awe, sometimes tinged with tiny frights, as we encounter bare attention. Crutches and barriers we once hung tight to start to dissolve, somehow unneeded.

Consciousness expands in the present moment. At once, we are the vast ocean, and a tumbling wave, and the gentlest sea-bubbles upon the sand all whispering, “pop”.

At once, as we breathe in, we become our very first breath, that unremembered newborn cough cry of glad-to-be-here, now. At once, we are the outbreath, the last breath we will ever expel, still glad and still present. In and out.  Feeling fully the whiff and waft, we come to understand the mantra: life, death, life, death, life…

This is our eternal present moment and the only Refuge we shall ever need.

Free Romania Danube photo and picture

Water! We float, swim and splash in it. We can sink and drown in it. Most would agree that floating is better than sinking.

A similar logic can apply to boats, especially old boats. Our family has a delightful intergenerational appreciation of water and boats. And the Boat featured herein is a houseboat occupied, now and then, by Three Brothers. The Boat is quite old, and the Brothers too.

The boating exertions of years ago like water-skiing and exploring unchartered waters occur less often now, if at all.  Nowadays, the Brothers are happy to keep the old boat afloat, but even that requires repairs, and repairs of repairs. The original water tank leaked and required a new relocated water source: a “water bladder” that they promptly punctured, patched and replaced. Of course, there are boat bladders and then there are bladders of a human sort. Comparisons, Boat to Brothers, by simile, metaphor and analogy, are admitted forthwith.

Despite urinary challenges and nighttime trips to the head, the Brothers often remarked on how well they slept, afloat, gently rocking. Perhaps sleep was also so easy because of the late into the night talks that preceded it. These were not just any talks, as they often went from mundane topics like the weather to profound ones, like religion and politics. Come to think of it, on an old houseboat the weather is far from unimportant. After all, leaks come not just from below, but from above and all around with failing caulk and patches at windows, hatches, and doors. The Brothers, recognizing the ever-deteriorating problem, simply sheltered the Boat at a marina with a covered slip. Of course, all three noted their own slippages and leaks, exchanging tales of vulnerability, recovery, and the latest doctor’s office visit. This was a rite of aging!

Now to Politics, a subject that sadly splits up families in our confused and conflicted era. These Brothers went into those very murky waters and felt their common values and some sharp differences. It got edgy, but they somehow took the edge off. Was it unwise, rigid views giving way to wisdom and right understanding as sometimes happens with maturity? Maybe. But the greater credit probably belonged to something much bigger and below them, the vast waters of the Sacramento–San Joaquin River Delta: “Water is fluid, soft, and yielding. But water will wear away rock, which is rigid and cannot yield. As a rule, whatever is fluid, soft, and yielding will overcome whatever is rigid and hard. This is another paradox: what is soft is strong.”

Yes, besides Politics they spoke of Religion; of Lao Tzu and Saint Paul; of Rupert Spira and a Parish Priest. The Brothers included a Devout Catholic, an Advaita Vedantist, and a Buddhist with affection for Christianity. These talks were spirited agreements and disagreements, but more than that. Without the illusion of infinite time ahead, these Brothers (at their best) sought more “to understand, rather than be understood”. And one of them could even speak the Prayer of St. Frances by heart! These talks enlivened the old men, like a fresh tank of gas in that old Volvo Penta boat engine.

Sleepy and late at night, sometimes the talk turned to “mom and dad”. Each Brother gave voice to love and gratitude. Somehow, they were suddenly wide-awake, as if they were young men, teens or even children again. None had ignored the flaws, the dysfunctions, and the hurts. For each, in his own way, had confronted the past, accepted it; confessed the past, and come a ways toward forgiving parents… and especially themselves.

This was the key to buoyancy; this is what kept them afloat.

Free Board Blackboard photo and picture

“…when discovery and exploration and curiosity become your path – then basically, if you follow your heart, you’re going to find that it’s often extremely inconvenient….”


A well-known Buddhist nun wrote those words. A former teacher, her sentiments are essential to understanding modern life and, as it turns out, current challenges in education.


You see, once there was education, quite different from today, with almost no technology (unless you count reel to reel and overhead projectors). No computers; no big screen at the front of a classroom and no screen on every desk. There were just books and pens and paper and, well, education. It was more the path of discovery, exploration and curiosity. But, that process was demanding, so messy, so time consuming and all together inconvenient. So streamliners emerged and promoted personal computers for all. It was the start of the EdTech revolution. Nobody bothered to figure out its effect on education, but it sure was profitable…and convenient.


Here is another example. College students today cannot quite imagine a college lecture without publisher-produced slides. These polished presentations cram data onto a large screen as the class frantically keyboards it all into notes upon their tiny computer screens. Professors mumble on, only partly heard. You see, slides in many undergraduate courses relate to texts and both come from the same corporate publishing house. Text and slide based lectures tend to have little variation and always the same author perspective. This amounts to an unfortunately narrow view of the subject for both teacher and student. But it is terribly convenient!


Of course, some teachers try to address the problem. They hand out copies of the module slide deck for note-taking (but a slide is still a slide). Some, thank goodness, limit the data presented on each slide into a sleek visual like a Ted Talk. Still, for those of us who remember the pre-slide era, nostalgia rules like the once ubiquitous chalkboard (precursor to the whiteboard). Chalk dust, like a tiny cloud of floating ideas, emanated from intense cracks and scratches at the board. Not static like a slide, the chalkboard allowed for spontaneous contributions by students and new ideas from teachers in real time. Erasure and rewrites were common as was a sudden turn from the board to engage the class. Engagement!


This nostalgic view should be tempered by the fact that some classes then as now were not so good, just as then as well as now, some teachers are not so good. As a famous Buddhist teacher once stated “nostalgia for samsara is full of shit”. Samsara cycles birth, death and rebirth fueled by ignorance. This short essay cannot resist a tangential analogy to that publisher based college course birthing, dying and birthing yet again each semester.


Today colleges face a new temptation for ultimate convenience: artificial intelligence. Looking for short cuts, student’s copy and paste questions and prompts into ChatGPT which generates a discussion reply, essay or term paper…instantly. No thinking required! Similarly, online examinations are completed with near perfection and with elapsed time less than would be required to actually read each test item. This practice appeared to emerge during the Pandemic when education was thrust online with little forethought and no guardrails. Using AI in school became standard practice for many otherwise honest students. So convenient!


The practice continues despite persuasive research findings that show AI use results in student “cognitive off-loading” and a diminishment of critical thinking. After all, learning to write is essential to learning to think. Writing is a primary tool for cognitive development. The struggle for clarity and precision of the written word, for the reasoned argument, is the struggle to become a clear thinker, a critical thinker. But becoming a critical thinker is quite inconvenient.


Most professors lamented AI use among students. Some of them resisted with in class writing or sharing drafts toward a final, original submission. But others rationalized their own use of this tech to produce lecture notes, (sadly) more slides and even as a means to grade papers.


Think of it: An AI generated essay scored by an AI generated rubric. Both students and teachers freed from the learning process at long last. Education had become entirely convenient!


What about the overseers? College Administrators were in a quandary. Long ago, most colleges had adopted a business model for education where students were consumers and the customer is, as they say, always right. Investments were made in great auditoriums and stadiums but mostly toward student convenience. There were trigger warnings and lots of handholding. There were interactive white boards, virtual reality simulations and AI software. Convenience sells.


The administrative goal was to fill seats and generate income. A good chunk of that revenue was devoted to hiring more and more Administrators who were not so much on the side of real teaching and not so much on the side of real learning. Most were, understandably, on the side of the college business model. They believed they could not stop AI use so they hired Consultants to rationalize that AI use in college was actually a very good thing.


But learning grows in the muck of inconvenience. “No Mud, no Lotus” as Thay famously said. Consider again bygone days and how we best learn, digging into research and being challenged by contrary ideas; composing and re-composing a paragraph; even a sentence…or the exquisite agony of finding just the right word.


Groundswell movements emerged to challenge the convenience of technology. Phones were banned in many classrooms. Computers too. Some evidence shows that physical books and handwritten notes foster learning so much better than EdTech. Quiet keyboarding gave way to loud conversation and exploration. Let Them Grow movements arose. Children and teens were persuaded to interact with each other and solve problems without a phone or parental interface…a great prep for higher education and life.


Maybe the chalkboard will make a comeback too.

Free Airport Travel photo and picture

(Note: At the airport, flying to see a dear friend in Hospice…then at the Gate, word came in that he had just passed away.)

Airport skies heavy, dark.
Embarking planes rise, and
so dies and rises
my dear friend and brother.

The rain will come behind these tears.
Brokenhearted tears; grateful tears:
His fears of endless awful life
allayed by a final breath.

Keeping death close.
And weeping at the Seattle/Tacoma Gate,
a perfect, fated synchronicity.
Airport anonymity.
Tears at the A-12 Gate,
this gateless Gate,
this gone beyond:

Gate gate paragate
parasamgate.

Bodhi svaha,
My old friend.

Free Pointing Gesture photo and picture

Children talk it up when seeking a path out of responsibility, post-infraction. There flows a river of forgetting, not-knowing (the rule), blaming others, and all manner of excuses based on “the dog ate my homework”. Our social order necessitates life lessons to ameliorate this universal shortcoming. Sometimes scoldings and punishment seem like the reasonable intervention. And sometimes they are.

But if we fail to kindly take the child’s side as we deliver a strong life lesson, the negative affect is retained and the lesson is lost. Think of it this way: loss of a driving privilege may be the ideal consequence for breaking curfew with the family car. But if delivered with parental anger and attitude, there is no learning except “my parents are jerks (or a more colorful expletive)”. Besides, when delivering an agreed upon (think “behavioral contract”) punishment, there is no better time to take the kid’s side: “I am sorry you got home so late: no driving this weekend but you get a fresh start next week and i know you can do better”. After all, in a family shouldn’t we all be on each others side?

Of course, too often we are crazed in opposition to each other. We over-ameliorate irresponsibility, this very human flaw.

Parents blame children for these derelictions. Think of it: a child blames a sibling, then a parent blames the child for wrongly blaming a sibling. The immature schema of blame is never replaced by its mature alternative, responsibility. The starting point of this essay.

When blame dominates a family system, self-blame is inevitable. Unkind punishments from without become self-attacks from within: I am bad, no good, unworthy, even worthless. Ruminations tear at us and tear down ego-structure. We develop mistrust, shame, doubt, guilt, inferiority, and overwhelming confusion. In this instance, personal responsibility fades into the distance as self-blame gobbles up the territory of our everyday life. Children (and adults) become self-piteous, powerless excuse-makers.

Instead, lessons of responsibility are better taught as empowerments: the ability to respond to circumstance. Those lessons run deep and deserve a family dialog that illuminates the causes and effects of our mistakes, even (and especially) those with harm done. No blame. After all, there are always reasons for human behavior and if we are to grow it is imperative to understand them.

Responsibility: Reasons, but no excuses!

Free Question Mark Question photo and picture

A trip to the Cooperstown Hall promotes fame and nostalgia in the world of baseball.  Here we will consider fame and nostalgia from another point of view.

Specifically, imagine a place where our very best teachers were honored and permanently housed: The Teacher Hall Of Fame. For many years, college students in human development class were asked to make their nominations to the Hall and explain why the accolade should be bestowed. Such an exercise inspired mild interest if not enthusiasm.

So to warm up to the activity, students were first asked to nominate their very worst teachers to the Teacher Hall Of Infamy. Such catharsis! Hurts, resentments and grudges carried through the decades propelled each nominee: A fourth grade teacher who expertly shamed nine year olds into compliance; A second grade teacher with parts of a fifth grade math curriculum, freezing over the brains of little seven year olds, and adding a dollop of shame (“he even makes his 8’s backwards”); high school teachers of history and literature who droned and drained the life out of the grandest and most horrific tales of fact and fiction. So much of this was like a classroom bloodletting ceremony followed by a curriculum burial. Masters of humiliation, these teachers could sniff out children with no answer to a question and put them on center stage.

And of course, there were the corporal punishment purveyors who rapped tiny knuckles and left no marks.

For many in the human development class, these unforgotten times seemed like a lonely one-off. Many asked “Am I the only one”, only to discover the universality of those awful, awful school days. Then the question would arise: just why were these teachers so bad?

Initial guesses targeted the character and substance of each instructor which fell on a continuum from bad to evil to “better talk about this after class”. But more informed ideas emerged. These teachers did not understand the age-related, psychosocial import of autonomy, initiative, competence and identity. Instead they controlled the classroom by invoking their toxic opposites: shame, guilt, inferiority and identity diminishment.

This all out failure to understand what kids feel was complicated by a failure to understand how kids think. Looking back, many human development students felt misunderstood as kids, with lessons either above or below their cognitive sweet spot. And by the way, how did teachers make The Big Bang boring?

Very young children think in pre-logic like little space cadets for whom the world is magic. Teachers who squelch fantasy in the name of yet to be formed logic harm mind and spirit. By seven or so kids begin to reason concretely: concrete logic…”the early bird, catches the worm” is the tale of a hungry bird! Only later, does abstract reasoning develop…the benefits of good starts and early rising.

Hall Of Infamy nominees failed to understand cognitive processes and that made children feel frustrated, bored and stupid. As adults studying psychosocial and cognitive theory, many students reported the mental calm that comes with a deeper understanding of what happened in those classrooms of old.

That set the stage for the Teacher Hall Of Fame. After the infamous, the Fame nominees were accompanied by stories of laughter and gratitude and praise. The second grade teacher who taught arithmetical borrowing with flair, “they thought I borrowed one cup of sugar but it was eleven cups…Ha!” There was a teacher of social studies, a thespian of an instructor, who impersonated every single one of the famous explorers. And the athletic coach who taught unrecognized at the time life lessons of focus and grit, that were deeply appreciated in subsequent years. There was the teacher that stayed after school with patience and kindness to help with reading.

These teachers understood what the Philosopher meant by “the highest state that can be attained is wonder”. After all, before developing hypotheses, testing them, drawing conclusions and dissemination, before all of that, comes a question, a state of not knowing. Such a state is not a sin as those awful teachers claimed but instead, the beginning of knowledge. The know-it-all-mind has no room for knowledge to enter. Curiosity must be fostered; no bad questions…

Blessings from so many past teachers. Send one a letter; make a call; have a visit. Join with them and celebrate in that Hall Of Fame.

Free Bullet Earth photo and picture

Riding that pale blue dot.
Yet got a flat earth feeling
with a wish for solid ground.
Just a clown, a root bound
pretender.

Sometimes I know better.
With every sit asserting
the open, uncertain space,
the face before parents
and the pause between breaths.
Where our deaths and the great emptiness reside,
inside.
And out.

Riding that pale blue dot.
My last breath ahead and that first one, so far behind me.
Cultivating everyday illusions,
and grandiose delusions
of you and me and our permanence.

Sometimes I know better
and weather the ride
till I know, really know.
As the great Sage knew.
That we are everything and nothing,
dot riders always,
in love and in wisdom,
and into that Kingdom Come.