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avril 2011

Stones just as they are

By | 2015-10-02T16:24:21+00:00 avril 20th, 2011|Textes|

Feels like summer here these days, me between trips and the temperatures high and the sky blue blue blue. Only the calender doesn't fit in the picture. And what picture might that be? The picture that I make of what I think is the picture. Yesterday I visited fields of great boulders that have been [...]

Méditation à Paris/weekly meditation in Paris

By | 2015-10-08T17:33:56+00:00 avril 20th, 2011|La pratique Zen|

Les lundis soirs, 20h-22h méditation et entretiens (interviews) avec Amy Sensei 4 Passage Courtois 75011 Paris (porte gauche, interphone 'maison', dernière étage) Tél. 06 10 87 82 19 (Joa) Les vendredis soirs, 19h45-21h15 méditation et enseignement (talk) avec Amy Sensei Red Earth Centre 235 rue Lafayette 75010 Paris code A153B au fond de la cour, [...]

No sitting

By | 2015-10-08T17:34:02+00:00 avril 19th, 2011|La pratique Zen|

A note for those in Paris: Il n'y aura pas de méditation à Paris le lundi 25 avril. Tout recommencera le vendredi 29 avril et le lundi 2 mai.

Temporary indeed

By | 2015-10-02T16:24:35+00:00 avril 14th, 2011|Textes|

A direct experience of these most temporal words: The whole thing disappeared for two days! Or did it? As with the nature of all things, we could not "see" "it," but "it" was/is there all along. Temporarily. And wider than the sky. If you came and didn't find the words, welcome back. If you had [...]

Observations, temporarily

By | 2015-10-02T16:24:49+00:00 avril 10th, 2011|Textes|

Here I am at my desk again, fingers poised over the keyboard, no idea what will come next. A thought of something I read the other day about the necessity of great empty space in a Greek temple, because the void is where the gods are. The rest of us are lumped all together here [...]

Day to night, with apple blossoms

By | 2015-10-02T16:25:00+00:00 avril 5th, 2011|Textes|

Night again. Suddenly I recall that dawn was pink this morning when I looked up while making tea. A terrible smell filled the Métro end to end this afternoon. We all shared it. Later in my garden I noticed fragrant white blossoms on the small Japanese apple tree. Now, night again.

The immeasurable measurabilty of the immeasurable

By | 2017-04-04T06:58:18+00:00 avril 2nd, 2011|Textes|

First entry of this "new" month, which follows what seemed like the endless month of March. From here, I have no view of that long-ago beginning. Yet month to month, moment to moment, "life" is undivided, neither fast or slow or endless. Lunch in the sun on a café terrace in the boulevard Montparnasse had [...]

mars 2011

What else is new?

By | 2015-10-02T16:25:24+00:00 mars 29th, 2011|Textes|

Interesting how many news reports are gleefully focusing on the link between the Fukushima nuclear crisis and the defeat of Mrs. Merkel's party in a German state election. Interdependence anyone? What else is new? Myself, after our marvelous Zen Art workshop this weekend, I stuck three of my paintings on the wall: Generosity (Dana), Patience [...]

Discovery in bloom

By | 2015-10-02T16:26:27+00:00 mars 25th, 2011|Textes|

Suddenly a bush of yellow flowers is blooming in the garden behind my house. It occurs to me that I did not invent or make them, I "discovered" them, just as each of us do when we come to them with open eyes and heart. The blossoms flourish with the rage of life. And like [...]