A fabulous, marvelous, splendidly curvaceous spring day and I can't remember what caught my attention in the paper this morning, early, over weak green tea. I recall the birdsong, though, and the clear sunlight with specks of the world in the rays. I remember now. That's what Hugo said about glory: It is sun and [...]
One day, Charlie Chaplin and Albert Einstein were standing together before a crowd that was applauding them. "Do you know why they are applauding us?" Einstein asked Chaplin. "You, it's because everyone understands you. Me, it's because no one understands me." I love this story. We applaud what we "understand" and we applaud what we [...]
Yawning now at the end of the day. What went on during all these hours, from morning until night? I suppose it was what is often called "a day like any other." And yet, a long phone conversation with a dear friend was today, not any other day. A visit to the computer repairman was [...]
I come upon a headline in the morning newspaper indicating that Facebook is a closed circuit, unlike the vast openness of the greater Web. Not being a Facebook "member" (or should I say "friend"?), I wouldn't know. Hum... exactly the point... Perhaps I'll have to read the article under the headline. Meanwhile, it's the morning [...]
As summer approaches, "let me respectfully remind you..." ...about the Wild Flower Sangha's two annual summer retreats, in Portugal and in France. Now is the time to sign up, as attendance is limited in both. Portugal July 24-30 Quinta das Águias, em Rubiães – Paredes de Coura information and registration: wildflower.pt@gmail.com France Aug. 20-27 Normandy [...]
Tonight there is so much I'd like to add here. So much of the day, so much of the night. So much of the rounding about in the world, Paris, underground and above, in the newspapers and offices and meditation halls, the kitchens and hallways and restaurants, in the chambers where poets roam in miraculous [...]
We sat asking under a glass roof, "Everyone has a birth place; where is yours?" Outside, we went step by step halfway down a narrow alley and back. A neighbor entered, and, given pause, quickly was gone without pause. Regarding the "last word" of Zen, someone offered a contradiction that wasn't one. In a lounge [...]
For those in Paris, two exceptional events not to miss for anyone interested in Buddhism, art, poetry, cinema, light, darkness, form, emptiness, beauty, presence, absence, phenomena, ephemera, expressions of the ungraspable world of here and now...: a reading/performance by legendary American poet Anne Waldman on Tuesday May 4, 19h, Point Ephémère, (Métro Jaurès); bilingual, English-French [...]
Back again after more travels. By train, not plane, so was not directly subject to the ashes phenomenon. Appreciated greatly having nothing in particular to do, truly vacating. In the sunny streets of Amsterdam and along its innumerable canals, I was not so much wandering as just being where I was. Every shifting patch of [...]
All this volcanic frenzy over being grounded! And all that time we sat in Normandy under a cloudless sky by night and day, aware that "unseen" causes and effects were stirring up "disruptions" of unfathomable proportions (big and small) around the world and right where we were. And it is always thus, always. What are [...]
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.
