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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.

juin 2011

Famous last words

By | 2015-10-02T16:17:36+00:00 juin 21st, 2011|Textes|

Things change: Word has come that Joko Beck's last words before dying were not, as I noted in a previous posting, "This, too, is wonder..." The successor of Joko who had sent the first message about those words explained in her second message that her phrasing had given the erroneous impression that those words had [...]

Just this word

By | 2015-10-02T16:20:33+00:00 juin 17th, 2011|Textes|

Off to Lisbon for a Zen Art workshop. What is Zen Art? The joining of creativity and awakening, simply the "activity of non-aggression," as Trungpa said. We sit and we open, we sit and we act "from" the openness, just this line, just this word.

Happy Bloomsday

By | 2015-10-02T16:20:44+00:00 juin 16th, 2011|Textes|

Today is the 107th anniversary of that fine day when Leopold Bloom and Stephen Dedalus stepped out for their great adventures around Dublin in James Joyce's Ulysses. The world has never been the same since. So read a page or two or more of that remarkable tale of awakening today. Or raise a toast, with [...]

Joko Beck

By | 2015-10-02T16:20:59+00:00 juin 15th, 2011|Textes|

This morning at 7:30 in America the Zen master Joko Beck died, we are told. She of "Everyday Zen" fame, she who is considered a pioneer of a contemporary Zen for our times in the West, she a beacon of our White Plum lineage. They said her last words were, "This too is wonder..." How [...]

Suddenly, this morning

By | 2015-10-02T16:21:19+00:00 juin 13th, 2011|Textes|

Suddenly Monday already, and yet another holiday here in France. The day began with a surprise when I flipped the switch for the light in the bathroom: suddenly no electricity. Whatever I might have been expecting at that moment, it was definitely not that. All the potential explanations that I could think of for the [...]

Becoming, on and on

By | 2015-10-02T16:19:15+00:00 juin 9th, 2011|Textes|

Came across this tonight, a wonderfully rich summary of practice and life, life and practice from Shunryu Suzuki: Without any idea of time, your practice goes on and on. Moment after moment you become you yourself. Sit with that awhile, toss it around as you walk down the street, or whenever, wherever you are! There's [...]

Feast of right amounts, wandering home

By | 2017-04-04T06:58:17+00:00 juin 4th, 2011|Textes|

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, [...]

mai 2011

A deliciously irreversible evening

By | 2015-10-02T16:19:41+00:00 mai 30th, 2011|Textes|

Amid talk among friends at a dinner party in the delicious garden last night, someone asked the question: Is an "awakening" experience irreversible? Everyone seemed to have something to say about it, whether a question, a comment, a challenge, an argument, a doubt. It all got a bit heady. Having come to the discussion late [...]