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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.

avril 2014

Farewell Peter Matthiessen

By | 2015-10-02T15:17:24+00:00 avril 10th, 2014|Textes|

"Zen is really just a reminder to stay alive and to be awake," the Zen master and great American writer Peter Matthiessen once said. "Zen practice is about appreciating your life in this moment. If you are truly aware of five minutes a day, then you are doing pretty well.'' Until he died on Saturday [...]

février 2014

Easter in Portugal with special guest Catherine Genno Pagès Roshi

By | 2015-10-03T16:49:14+00:00 février 25th, 2014|La pratique Zen|

Ten years ago, in October 2004, the first seeds of our Wild Flower Zen community in Portugal were planted when the Porto Buddhist Union invited my teacher, Roshi Catherine Genno Pagès, to visit for the first time. I accompanied Genno Roshi for that ground-breaking trip, and have since returned alone to Portugal year after year, [...]

Generosity

By | 2017-04-04T06:58:15+00:00 février 18th, 2014|Textes|

It's been days since my last entry. Nothing special to note here tonight except this, which came to me via email, among a variety of "inspirational" quotes, and I couldn't let it slip away without sharing it with my zenscribe friends: Generosity is the ornament of the world. Through generosity, one turns back from the [...]

The same again: Happy Birthday James Joyce

By | 2017-04-04T06:58:15+00:00 février 2nd, 2014|Textes|

Feb. 2 is so many things for so many people: an ancient pagan day of celebrating light, as the days begin to grow longer after winter's long darkness; a Christian day of celebrating Christ's "presentation to the temple;" a French festive day marked by making crêpes; Groundhog Day in America, which is another version of [...]

janvier 2014

Rest in peace, Pete Seeger

By | 2015-10-02T15:15:25+00:00 janvier 28th, 2014|Textes|

Sad day: The indefatigable songman and peace activist Pete Seeger died today, at the age of 94. He was a national treasure for all those Americans who stood up and spoke out, who refused to let the country pursue its hateful ways of war and oppression. His banjo was decorated with the message: "This machine [...]

Yes in hazy moonlight

By | 2015-10-02T15:15:52+00:00 janvier 14th, 2014|Textes|

There was a hazy moon in the dark sky tonight. I noticed it earlier this evening when I was returning home after a day at work. And I saw it last night, too. But each time, when I checked for it later, the haze was nowhere to be seen. Only a brilliant moon remained. All [...]

Keep touching the ground

By | 2017-04-04T06:58:15+00:00 janvier 8th, 2014|Textes|

Back at work and other activities this week after the traditional holiday "break.'' Seems a bit strange, like I've been away for a long while, and strangely just the same, as if I've never left. I guess the truth is that both are true... I've also been thinking how lucky I am to have "activities" [...]

Completion and renewal

By | 2015-10-02T15:20:54+00:00 janvier 1st, 2014|Textes|

As 2013 has come to a close and we enter 2014, it's a great moment to remind ourselves where we have been and also to look clearly at where we are: at both an end and a beginning. Think of a circle, which is both a completion (2013 is complete) and a renewal (a new [...]

novembre 2013

After Thanksgiving

By | 2015-10-02T15:21:18+00:00 novembre 29th, 2013|Textes|

Fog started rolling in last night, hovering along our street as my son and I returned late from a Thanksgiving feast. He noted the odd brilliance it cast, affording a seemingly incongruous clarity to the briskly chilly night lit only by street lamps. We were filled to the brim with autumn's singular pleasures. And most [...]