KELLY BLASER BLOG

Gathering ourselves up during Collapse and The Falling of Illusion. Cover art for Parable of the Sower by John Jude Palencar Someday, probably, I’ll be running from wolves in the wilderness. I’ll be foraging berries and grubs. I don’t feel terror at...

On the 12 Links of Dependent Origination and Finding a Creative ExitThe Prodigal Son is Home Before I dive in, I will tell you (in case you have been following the saga) that yes, Gabriel did make it back from Cuba, after a few extra days in Havana wrangling...

Reflecting on the Buddha's Truth Bomb on the celebration of his Birth, Death, and Enlightenment Buddhists celebrate the birth, death, and enlightenment of the Buddha all in one fell swoop. In South and South East Asia, this is celebrated as “Vesak” on a single...

Take your pick. But Buyer Beware.Last week I stumbled upon a Jonathan Edwards Durham post: “My interior design aesthetic is what I call ‘Ancient Egyptian Burial Chamber.’ The purpose of every single room in my house is to surround me with enough of my...

On IFS v Stoicism, Metta, and the clearing that actually lastsEvery spring I embark on a clearing, alongside DharmaBridge, the program I lead. And it’s about that time... To be real, part of me feels as if I’m too tired to do any good clearing. The last couple...

I didn’t even tell anyone. Just wandered out of the house without speaking, without any particular plan. I got a little disoriented downtown, not knowing the bridge crossings. I carried on. This is how I plan to live when I am old. I plan to be a bumbling but...

Last weekend’s Harvesting Gratitude gathering reminded me how gratitude comes so easily when we slow down enough to see underneath patterns. So grateful for all the open hearts out there, willing to do this kind of work. If you're interested in a non-dual...

The Mind as a Master Model-Builder The mind is a master model-builder. It takes in the world, organizes it into patterns, and navigates life by referencing those patterns. Neuroscience, following thinkers like Karl Friston, describes this as how intelligence...

A Childhood in Forests of Words I spent the better part of my childhood with my head deeply embedded in books. Words poured into every crevice and out through every pore. They were swords, shields, scaffolds — whatever was necessary. I took every opportunity...

A Vision of the Dalai Lama Just as I was falling asleep last night, in my mind’s eye I saw the beaming face of the Dalai Lama, on this day after his 90th birthday. I’d spent the day with his presence on my mind and in my heart. The Bodhisattva of Compassion:...