Flip through the morning newspaper. Among the headlines and blurbs and briefs and spreads of type, little catches my attention for more than a minute or so. They say journalism is a rough draft of history. I take in the information - jihads, creditors, deficits, bans, inquiries, rulings, findings, pronouncements, victories, defeats - and turn [...]
Already Thursday. I know by the clock and calendar that the week, the month, the evening are advancing, but I can neither catch nor describe their ceaseless movement. It is without measure, a constant, magnificent flight neither to nor from anywhere. Meanwhile. I exchange electronic fragments with friends and acquaintances on four continents. I walk [...]
So Tiger Woods has repented and promises to become "normal," like everyone else. Wonder what that means. He also vows to return to his Buddhist roots. Wonder what that means, too. And of course, we can wonder why we care. Whatever else, maybe this whole story provides a glimpse for some into the toxic illusions [...]
Have been waking early these days and setting off for work before the sun is up. On the Métro at that hour, most of my fellow passengers are heading to jobs that most anyone who has the choice doesn't want -- cleaning offices, toilets, streets, or tending to other tasks that most people consider "undesirable." [...]
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Going through the days, one thing to another, and not finding words for this space. Always with "bodhisattva" in mind. Then find these words from Thich Nhat Hanh: "When we come into contact with the other person, our thoughts and actions should express our mind of compassion, even if that person says and does things [...]
Snow coming obliquely through the gray light this morning has me thinking, as ever when the flakes come "general all over" like this, of the final lines of Joyce's masterful short story The Dead: "His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of [...]
I read tonight that when Shunryu Suzuki Roshi was on his deathbed, his successor, Richard Baker, asked him where they would meet again. Suzuki Roshi stuck his boney hand out from under the sheet and drew a circle. Indeed. No one is going anywhere ever. And after a fruitful day of writing, with breaks for [...]
Happy 128th birthday, James Joyce (born Feb. 2, 1882, Dublin) Happy 88th birthday, Ulysses (published Feb. 2, 1922, Paris) And happy Groundhog Day, one and all (no shadows visible here today)
Sometimes my notebooks have lines and sometimes they don’t. Writing with the lines and writing without lines are very different experiences. As a writer, I know that different pens and paper, like different places and moments, offer different experiences. The experience of writing with lines, I realized, can be likened to the experience of practicing [...]
Le Web carnet de Amy Hollowell Sensei, fondatrice de la Wild Flower Zen Sangha et successeur de Catherine Genno Pagès Roshi dans le lignage Zen Soto de Taizan Maezumi Roshi, fondateur du Centre Zen de Los Angeles.
The Web notebook of Amy Hollowell Sensei, founder of the Wild Flower Zen Sangha and dharma successor of Catherine Genno Pagès Roshi in the Soto Zen lineage of Taizan Maezumi Roshi, founder of the Los Angeles Zen Center.
