Author Archives: Kestrel Slocombe

About Kestrel Slocombe

I like writing, meditation, art, reading, riding horses, playing guitar, watching trees in the wind, ferns, the smell of woodsmoke, Mozart and Bach, long walks in the wilderness, and the sound of the cello.

Goodbye to All That

My heart aches to be there with him. ———GOODBYE TO ALL THAT by Joan Didion——— (1967) How many miles to Babylon? Three score miles and ten— Can I get there by candlelight? Yes, and back again— If your feet are … Continue reading

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The ease of meditation

Just rest in the Self-Enjoyment Samadhi of all the Buddhas, wandering playfully in the four practices of peace and bliss of those open to Openness. This is the profound and inconceivable practice of Buddhas and Awakened Ancestors. From “Zazen Yojinki: … Continue reading

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Zazen is not based upon teaching, practice, or realization; instead these three aspects are all contained within it. Measuring realization is based upon some notion of enlightenment—this is not the essence of zazen. Practice is based upon strenuous application—this is … Continue reading

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Go into the mountains

Go and stay in a monastery where there is a true teacher. Go deep into the mountains and valleys. Practice kinhin by clear waters and verdant mountains. Clear the mind by a stream or under a tree. Observe impermanence without … Continue reading

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Inspiration/Life: The Wind that Blows Through Us

Interviewer: How old were you when you became a mother? Marie Howe (poet): A hundred. Like those ladies in the Bible. I was a  hundred years old. I was Sarah. I was Abraham’s Sarah. I was just telling my students … Continue reading

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Bees of the Invisible

Everywhere transience is plunging into the depths of Being… It is our task to imprint this temporary, perishable earth into ourselves so deeply, so painfully and passionately, that its essence can rise again, “invisibly,” inside us. We are the bees … Continue reading

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F. Scott Fitzgerald’s Handwritten Manuscript for the First Page of Gatsby

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