cultivate – William Ricci

Poem – Apathy

With an apathetic look in tired eyes he turned away from the edge, hundreds of feet above the...

White snow absent of mind dusts, absent of tree shadows and raven wings. White snow becomes the moon...

Shining brilliantly through grey fog hugging the soaked ground the light I cannot see is there in my...

How did I get here? An important question I throw into the air while reading, writing, and drinking...

The one single book that has helped me to focus, let go, and where to find the answers...

I walked across that empty field after the weeds took over and boulders fell from the darkening sky...

I am reading the “Cultivating the Empty Field” for the second time, and also Dogen’s “Moon in a...

This blog will officially move to its new domain in a few days. The logo has been updated...

We survived the 21st and made it to northern MN, to be rewarded with Nature’s majesty. Photos will...