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 lined up in rows for approximately 6,000 years in western France, in Brittany. What amazes me is not the stones themselves, or the mysterious reasons that they were lined up that way, or how they were put into place. What amazes me is that they are there. What amazes me is that there are thousands of them sitting there exactly where they have been sitting for 6,000 years. I’m amazed that all of the generations of human beings – with all their plans, all their pictures, all their thoughts and fantasies, their wars and persecutions, beliefs and convictions – I’m amazed that all those human beings just left these stones where they are, quietly, peacefully, gracefully.
That is the marvel, the stones just as they are.
Stones just as they are
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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.
next to stones like that, we often feel our own restlessness? – our goals? – our seecking?… maybe?
i have it often with hughe trees… planted so peacefully with their roots in the earth gowing with their banches? into the sky – Just growing – not seeking? (Although – for light?)
In a park nextdoor is a tree i guess it must be more then a 100 years old. Probabely much older – You can feel the history. You can feel time – (as in old historical parts of very old cities). Although there isn’t: there is just a tree. With roots powerfull in the earth and branches high in the sky… just there – alive.