One morning at the Temple, I ventured out into the garden before dawn, drawn by something beyond sleep. Hovering near the horizon, the moon bathed the garden pond in a gentle glow.

In the heart of February, I embarked on a day hike that was less about conquering the heights of an ice and snow-covered mountain and more about embracing the profound teachings of impermanence.

During a recent retreat at the Temple, I found myself traversing the landscape of my subconscious in a way that impacted my perspective on my art. The retreat, a time of deep meditation and practice, offered an unexpected journey…

As the light of the new year unfolds, winter reveals its teachings in the quiet embrace of the Zen Temple…