Rusty Ring

Love is an act of courage, a losing bet that makes all who place it holy. Absurdity, sacrifice, and heartbreak are integral to it; mark...

Shítóu Xīqiān (called Sekitō Kisen in Japan) is having a moment. Fixture of contemporary Soto, his Sandōkai , a memorable exposition of...

The wildlife of the North Pacific rainforest is famously reserved; where the East has its flashy cardinals , red efts , and indigo bunti...

In my university years I lived in a comfortably adequate basement apartment, where I developed a friendly rapport with my landlords – ...

I've been rereading The Heart of the Buddha's Teaching , the succinct little Thich Nhat Hanh book that amounts, so far as I...

The late hour kept me running a brisk 50 mph (the maximum controllable speed on gravel), so that an apparent chunk of slate in the ...

'Way back in March of 2012 CE (how strange to have such a deep vault) I reviewed Zen at War , Brian Daizen Victoria's exposé o...

I just read Isabel Allende's Largo pétalo de mar , a novel of the epic genre, in which a Catalonian family is cast adrift in the ...

"The greater part of what my neighbours call good I believe in my soul to be bad, and if I repent of anything, it is very likely...

In Auntie's War: The BBC during the Second World War , Edward Stourton drops a bombshell. He's talking about how radio – the...

So I'm reading Adam Savage 's Every Tool's a Hammer , an elaborated meditation on "making", that thing that mak...

Travelling so far so long in isolated country produces a kind of elation. The muttering millions bugger off, leaving you in boundless ...

"[Kitano] was thin and not in good health, but Shunryu was mesmerised by the way he would lay out his bowing cloth and lower hi...

Back in the Duhbya years, a little book called America Needs a Buddhist President appeared on bookstore shelves. It consisted of a p...

The instant I start an outbacking trek, I'm looking for postcards. I define as backward those towns that sell corny postcards, s...

If you'd told me when I was 22 that the day would come when I would cherish my ex-girlfriends, I would have called you mad. As a y...

I didn't want to read this book. And I really didn't want to keep reading after I started. But as I've often said, denial is...

I hold the word on my tongue, bullshit , so he'll know that I'm serious about this. I'm not just complaining. He needs to me...

When my brother and I were four and five, we were obsessed with the Dr. Suess poem What Was I Scared Of? , better known to adherents as ...

By dint of random good fortune I just read I See By My Outfit: Cross-Country by Scooter—an Adventure , by Peter S. Beagle. This inexpli...