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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.

mai 2011

Tree of life

By | 2015-10-02T16:19:54+00:00 mai 28th, 2011|Textes|

Saturday afternoon at the movies can change your mind... if you see Terence Malick's new film, "The Tree of Life." It's just things as they are, start to finish, or finish to start, the "beginning" is at the "end," and nothing is what it seems to be in this film and yet it is all [...]

Back again, night (slow and late)

By | 2015-10-02T16:20:07+00:00 mai 26th, 2011|Textes|

Almost feels like I never left. I felt so much "here" wherever I was. And yet... New York is a big, hard, tall city, without round edges or cushions, constantly busy and in motion. It is known as the city that never sleeps, after all. Although sometimes I think it is really the city that [...]

Velvet, violet, here, there, everywhere

By | 2015-10-02T16:20:21+00:00 mai 13th, 2011|Textes|

Moonlight on the canal as we left sitting tonight. Lovely, easy, quiet evening in spring. Dark, yet not dark, almost a velvety violet. Meanwhile... Heading off to America tomorrow, leaving the "old" continent behind for 10 days. Always have mixed feelings about travels, about coming and going, about stepping away from "home,'' even if for [...]

Action and actor, justice and compassion

By | 2015-10-02T16:23:15+00:00 mai 11th, 2011|Textes|

Inundated as we are with carefully crafted information since the killing of Osama Bin Laden, what has emerged at the very least is a clear picture of everyone trying to give their meaning to the story. As a journalist, I know something about how such events take on a life of their own, fueled by [...]

Merci (The Red Wheelbarrow)

By | 2015-10-08T17:13:59+00:00 mai 9th, 2011|Poésie|

Merci à tous ceux qui sont venus à la lecture ce soir à la librairie The Red Wheelbarrow. J'apprécie avec gratitude votre soutien de mon "travail" dans ce champs poètique, qui, comme notre pratique Zen, est un des rares champs restants qui échape aux "chiffres" qui dominent notre monde contemporaine. A thank you to all [...]

Reading at The Red Wheelbarrow

By | 2015-10-08T17:14:06+00:00 mai 7th, 2011|Poésie|

For those in Paris, I'll be performing with two other poets on Monday, May 9: Paris-based poets Amy Hollowell and Pansy Maurer-Alvarez joined by poet and publisher Robert Hershon from Brooklyn for performances of their work: May 9 19h entrée libre The Red Wheelbarrow Bookstore 22, rue St. Paul, 75004 Paris Métro: St. Paul, Bastille, [...]

Retraite de méditation en France, été 2011

By | 2015-10-12T16:18:15+00:00 mai 6th, 2011|Textes|

Retraite de méditation Zen avec Amy Hollowell, Sensei, fondatrice de la Wild Flower Zen Sangha 20-27 août Au centre Le Tapis Vert, en Normandie Asseyez-vous et réveillez-vous! La méditation Zen est un acte de liberté. Qui que vous soyez, où que vous soyez, elle constitue un plongeon radical au coeur de la vie. Durant cette [...]

Including the killing of a killer

By | 2015-10-02T16:23:28+00:00 mai 3rd, 2011|Textes|

Discovering the killing of Osama Bin Laden this morning gave rise to a mix of emotions. Because from an "awakened" perspective of the oneness of all life, it is certainly a more complex event than the expressions of nationalistic euphoria in America would have it seem. Sure, he was what generally would qualify as a [...]

avril 2011

Being with the pomp

By | 2017-04-04T06:58:17+00:00 avril 30th, 2011|Textes|

Yesterday in the newsroom where I work, much attention was focused for a few hours at midday on the royal wedding in London. I followed along with my colleagues, watching on a live stream on the Web or, very briefly, on the television. It was like sitting with my eyes open, just being present with [...]

In Portugal: A dance of the heart

By | 2015-10-02T16:23:55+00:00 avril 27th, 2011|Textes|

Returned from travels to Portugal, and find myself here at my desk again, letting words emerge. The experience over three days of sitting all together was like this cool, windy afternoon today, sun and shadow dancing with the bobbing leaves. We danced like that in our hearts, called to (re)invent our relationship to ourselves, to [...]