I’m reading the web through different eyes. I’m thinking (which isn’t always such a good idea) that I’m not using the right words to get Jizo into the mainstream of American consciousness. I just visited a site I was almost afraid to see: cabinporn.com. I thought it might be real porn, shot in cabins. Who [...]
A funny thing happened when I decided to write a memoir of my journey of photographing, meditating and knowing Jizo. For years, I was on what I guess you would call a spiritual path, a seeking kind of thing. It started when I was 8 years old but heated up in my late 20’s. [...]
A funny thing happens after sitting in meditation for a long time, gazing at my Jizos, who are gazing back at the not-me — my mind becomes at ease. I promise it only took around 20 years for me to stop controlling my breath and just let it be. For years, my mind would always [...]
The other morning in yoga, my instructor, Dakota Lupo, said something that made me laugh out loud. I am a little careful now about when I laugh aloud in yoga because once I laughed at something a new instructor said — she was funny — and she glared at me. She said, “Yoga is serious.” [...]
What? Aw, crap. In meditation this morning Chibi fell off the shrine and on to the sketch pad: “Oh, no!” Chibi cried, like the 1950s-style comics that used to run on Sunset Boulevard in the ’80’s that read “I forgot to have children!” My Chibi cried, “I forgot to use keywords! Key. Words! I heard [...]
For Mother’s Day, I wish to remember Jizo’s mom. A few of my readers and visitors have called me Jizo’s mom, but he was created over 2,500 years ago, in a land far, far from Los Angeles. In seeking out stories of […]
