Just when I'm least expecting it... Computer crashes, perhaps fatally. A whole new world opens up, "unconnected.'' Meanwhile, notice in the dictionary that the root of the word occupy, as in "Occupy Wall Street,'' is from the Latin "to take possession of," "to possess," and "to seize." Maybe not the most appropriate slogan for protests [...]
The terrible images of Qaddafi's demise on Thursday came to us, appropriately in this "connected" world, via mobile telephone. As Libyans then lined up to see his dead body, they all had their phones ready to "save" the image. (Although I don't have a mobile phone, I recognize this tendency via other modes of "recording," [...]
I must say that I'm not taking to the streets amid all these protests that are sweeping the world under a variety of names. And I also must say that I am pleased to see it happening, overjoyed, in fact. It has taken awhile for this awakening of sorts to emerge. I remember years and [...]
The cat is asleep beside me. Music drifts in from a café somewhere down the street. Someone calling from another part of France tonight told me he could see what looked like a full moon. I can't see it from here. Someone calling from America told me it was a fine morning in the streets [...]
Watched the two remaining French Socialist candidates "debate" tonight before their final election on Sunday. A lot of this, that and the other. The most convincing one talked about her experience, from right here, about what she really believes. The other seemed to be talking ahead, around, about what he thought "people" wanted to hear. [...]
There's something starting to gather force in America these days, the "Occupy Wall Street" protest movement. On it's Web site, Occupy Wall Street explains that it "is a leaderless resistance movement with people of many colors, genders and political persuasions. The one thing we all have in common is that We Are The 99% that [...]
Came across this quote today: "The entire cosmos is a cooperative." I suppose that says it all. What would happen if we each realized only that? In the métro, I had a taste this morning. In need of help to sort out why my son's annual transport pass wasn't working, I inquired at the window [...]
Tonight a new month suddenly looks like a wonderful opportunity to "settle down" after a crazy, scattered September: What have I been doing all these days and weeks? All and nothing. I can't even remember the beginning of it all... Bits and pieces of the day come to mind, a work day of reading and [...]
All quiet on Indian summer night as a car rumbles by in the street outside and the dishwasher hums in the kitchen. A lot of coming and going out there; and probably a lot in here, too. Someone asked me awhile ago what I had done today. Funny, but I couldn't really say, although I [...]
Here at my desk at this late hour. What is it now? And who? Perched before me is an image of Giacometti's sculpture L'Homme qui chavire, his Tottering Man, a thing of such wonder that I can't take my eyes off it. It's nothing special, really, just a black and white photograph, taken by Ernst [...]
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.
