Much of my time these days has been spent in the so-called workaday world, just like everyone else. I've been realizing that being at the office doesn't bother me as much as I think it would, even if I would often prefer to be doing something else. Today I was particularly struck by the negativity, [...]
Frenzy of activity finally gliding to a slower rhythm after weeks of high-speed intensity. Circumstances came together to create an intricate, sometimes elaborate arrangement in my life, like a colorful weave of all the various strands of my being, or all the various parts rising to a crescendo. Quite marvelous, although not always easy. And [...]
All those in Paris tomorrow night: I'll be launching the release of my new chapbook, "Peneloping," published by corrupt press. Come hear me read! Poets Live 22 November with Ian Monk, Amy Hollowell and Megan Fernandes. At 19h downstairs at Carr's Pub, 1 rue de Mont-Thabor, 75001 Paris. Metro Tuileries. Admission free. If you can't [...]
Checking back in after days of absence. I can only cite an endless chain of interconnected circumstances as the cause (and then effect) of my days (weeks?) of "silence" here... In the meantime, much ado, much afloat, much afoot. The city has grown cold. The markets are falling. A new restaurant has opened on the [...]
Still unconnected, and therefore relying on the kindness of friends to maintain a semblance of presence on the electronic waves that wash over, around, through us all. As a result, I have discovered something like a new beat in the ordinary rhythm of "my life." With constant computing always an option, the days and nights [...]
Just when I'm least expecting it... Computer crashes, perhaps fatally. A whole new world opens up, "unconnected.'' Meanwhile, notice in the dictionary that the root of the word occupy, as in "Occupy Wall Street,'' is from the Latin "to take possession of," "to possess," and "to seize." Maybe not the most appropriate slogan for protests [...]
The terrible images of Qaddafi's demise on Thursday came to us, appropriately in this "connected" world, via mobile telephone. As Libyans then lined up to see his dead body, they all had their phones ready to "save" the image. (Although I don't have a mobile phone, I recognize this tendency via other modes of "recording," [...]
I must say that I'm not taking to the streets amid all these protests that are sweeping the world under a variety of names. And I also must say that I am pleased to see it happening, overjoyed, in fact. It has taken awhile for this awakening of sorts to emerge. I remember years and [...]
The cat is asleep beside me. Music drifts in from a café somewhere down the street. Someone calling from another part of France tonight told me he could see what looked like a full moon. I can't see it from here. Someone calling from America told me it was a fine morning in the streets [...]
Watched the two remaining French Socialist candidates "debate" tonight before their final election on Sunday. A lot of this, that and the other. The most convincing one talked about her experience, from right here, about what she really believes. The other seemed to be talking ahead, around, about what he thought "people" wanted to hear. [...]
Le Web carnet de Amy Hollowell Sensei, fondatrice de la Wild Flower Zen Sangha et successeur de Catherine Genno Pagès Roshi dans le lignage Zen Soto de Taizan Maezumi Roshi, fondateur du Centre Zen de Los Angeles.
The Web notebook of Amy Hollowell Sensei, founder of the Wild Flower Zen Sangha and dharma successor of Catherine Genno Pagès Roshi in the Soto Zen lineage of Taizan Maezumi Roshi, founder of the Los Angeles Zen Center.
