Doyu Shonin

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I'm also @Shonin on Mastodon.

Formerly: forester/firefighter, university library manager and permaculture-adjacent smallholder. Interested in climate, pandemics, simplicity and degrowth.

I retired in 2009. I'm now a Soto Zen nun, practicing in a repurposed tool shed.

She/her: transitioned 2006. They/them is fine.

Anticolonialist but conflictedly living on Kalapuya lands.

Living with leukemia.

#wildfires #leukemia #Buddhism #Permaculture #degrowth #climate #poetry

Three deep breaths

Three deep breaths, palms together, Here in her room, or elsewhere, she may Rise and take. A habit she has formed, Even as most of her ideas, ideals, Even he...

What she will do today

What she will do today is walk and take in Hand her apple staff, leaning on it As she does now, more and yet more The nearer arriving to a last heart beat S...

French pink

There are two climbing roses by her gate, one to each side, with velvet blooms, small, but heavily scented, suitable for soaps, salves and potpourri. They b...

a path*

Along the new trail, built by no one I knew, acorns had fallen by thousands, more than enough to leave creatures dazed by too much fortune. Conkers have tum...

Praying for rain/Praying for rain to stop

praying for rain Perhaps the seedlings were better off inside, Really. She's never sure what's best for them, All down the years trying peat pots, blocks, Y...

upon slowly waking, she

rouses from a dream of fear. Suppressing a moan, spine filled with fluids overnight, yes, again, and ankles still in pain. Across the flanks of her beloved...

Forgetting

When her back began alarmingly 
to creak, and all the earth receded far 
below, she made herself a bench, a slat

 of fir between two other slats of...

Gift

When Polyhymnia sends refracted light 
shimmering toward parched and shriveled roots,
 seeking some semblance of promise kept alive
 between her hands...

Gift

When Polyhymnia sends refracted light 
shimmering toward parched and shriveled roots,
 seeking some semblance of promise kept alive
 between her hands...

Forgetting

When her back began alarmingly 
to creak, and all the earth receded far 
below, she made herself a bench, a slat

 of fir between two other slats of...