So much « happening » these days, and every « thing » throughout the day seems to be « unexpected. »
I never know what I will find in my « inbox » – in the computer, on the phone, on my plate, on the Métro, around the corner, in the next room, the next minute, under my foot, in my hand…
I’m amazed stepping out the door to find the warmth (or the chill), the pale (or bright) hint of light.
I’m amazed to meet a stranger beside me on the sidewalk, waiting to cross the same street at the same moment. How astounding that we should both end up here at this very instant! How did we each get here just exactly now?
We each came our « own » way, which in fact is the same way, here and now, after all.
(Maybe) I’m amazed
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.
Yes. That’s why we say the path is the way.
"the way" is such a weard way to talk about things.
for normaly we take "a way" to go somewhere else…