A roundabout discussion in the rain with a friend who is passing in the street early this morning as I head to another day at the office. The subject of structure (or lack thereof) is addressed somewhere in the middle, or perhaps it is the end. We agree on the merits of structure in relation to eating habits, him standing there under his broken umbrella, me under the café awning, both of us more or less dry and more or less late now for our respective duties.
We part. I go on wondering about the shape of the day, the contours of the figures in the Métro dressed for a day of work, the form of Ulysses… How is each defined? Something I can’t quite get at as I unfold the newspaper on the train and start to read about the kiosks of Rome and then think of Fellini, everyone and everything just dancing on and on.
In the rain, dancing on and on
About the Author: zenscribe
Enseignante Zen et poète, Sensei Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell est née et a grandi à Minneapolis, aux Etats-Unis. Arrivée en France en 1981 pour étudier la littérature et l’histoire, elle y est restée, s’installant à Paris, où elle élève ses deux enfants et gagne sa vie en tant que journaliste.
The Zen teacher and poet Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell Sensei was born and raised in Minneapolis, but came to France in 1981 to study literature and history and has lived in Paris ever since, raising her two children and making a living as a journalist.
the natural dance of life on and on. or my breath just in and out in and out in and out…