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 did say what I had done: two appointments, meals, shopping for groceries, laundry, a few conversations, two newspapers read…
Nothing special. And yet it didn’t feel like nothing special when it was « being done. »
I realize now as I write the words that just being done, nothing special was special.
Nothing special
About the Author: zenscribe
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.
In fact, life is "special" whether we see it or not!
Seeing the special in the not special things in life is a gift that makes life special 😉
it was real
it was there
it was present
it was life
then
just being lived
the essence of life is incomprehensible
just when we want to grasp it – it disapears…
into real grasping…