Saturday afternoon at the movies can change your mind… if you see Terence Malick’s new film, « The Tree of Life. »
It’s just things as they are, start to finish, or finish to start, the « beginning » is at the « end, » and nothing is what it seems to be in this film and yet it is all exactly, simply what it is.
Lavishly beautiful, sublimely stunning, a whisper, a glimpse, a breath, a breeze, a raindrop, shadows and light, brilliance and a flicker on the surface of the planet, clouds dashing, a leaf alone, birds in flight, the universe and a grain of sand. Transcendent and of the earth. All is present, all is gone, birth, death, childhood, parenthood, past, present, beyond and here.
I heard there were wild applause as well as fierce boos from the crowd when it was projected at Cannes. Of course. The tree of life: All is present, all is gone.
Tree of life
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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.
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