A day of sitting today in the summer garden, graced with the right amounts of shade and sun and wind. Our lunch table, too, was filled with the right amount of the right ingredients contributed by each to make a feast of generous abundance.
The cat comes and goes. In the heat of deep afternoon, she is nowhere to be seen. I’m sure she’s sleeping under cool bushes.
We had words and a thought for the ailing Joko Beck, who, we have been told, is in her bed facing her final days, happily eating ice cream with chocolate sauce.
Through death life was (is) present, through life death was (is) present.
We finish in a circle on the grass, sharing our hearts.
Then, when all has been cleaned up and put away, the cat emerges, wandering home.
Feast of right amounts, wandering home
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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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