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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.

décembre 2010

Pause hivernale

By | 2015-10-12T16:18:34+00:00 décembre 13th, 2010|Textes|

Il n'y aura pas de séances de méditation: les lundis 20 et 27 décembre les vendredis 24 et 31 décembre On reprendra: le lundi 3 janvier à 20h le vendredi 7 janvier à 19h45

All the wealth and success…

By | 2015-10-02T16:55:09+00:00 décembre 11th, 2010|Textes|

"Bernard Madoff told his sons that their entire lives — all the wealth and success the family seemed to possess — were based on a lie," The New York Times reports in article about the suicide of Madoff's son today, two years after his father's arrest for swindling billions from innumerable "investors." It's another sad [...]

In between yet during

By | 2015-10-02T17:21:12+00:00 décembre 9th, 2010|Textes|

Having answered mail, dealt with laundry, had breakfast and other morning tasks, I now am in between. Or so I think. The snow is no longer falling, yet it remains on the ground back and front, in the garden, on the sidewalk and the street, and on the trees and cars and rooftops. The melt [...]

John Lennon and the snow general all over (here, hear)

By | 2015-10-02T17:05:44+00:00 décembre 7th, 2010|Textes|

This morning I was reminded by someone on the radio that John Lennon was killed 30 years ago today. (In fact, it will be 30 years ago tomorrow.) 30 years! I was in a snowstorm in Kansas that night, digging a car out of a snowbank with friends. Someone stopped to help and told us [...]

Threading away

By | 2015-10-02T17:51:16+00:00 décembre 5th, 2010|Textes|

Strung a number of years ago between trees outside my bedroom window, the Tibetan prayer flag is now threading away into the foliage. Today in the icy drizzle, it seems at once destitute, diminished, alone, lost in the tangle of leaf and branch, its colors now faded from their once-brilliant glory, and unflappably resilient, an [...]

Gifts, received and offered

By | 2015-10-02T17:06:30+00:00 décembre 1st, 2010|Textes|

Among the birthday gifts I received and for which I am grateful, there was this, from students in Portugal, which I now offer here, like "the scattering leaves:" Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things - mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity. Enjoy the falling blossoms [...]

novembre 2010

End of the month, another wave

By | 2015-10-02T17:06:52+00:00 novembre 30th, 2010|Textes|

A "last" entry of the month comes amid a chill across the Continent. The back garden has been white for two days. Also this entry comes amid another wave of "transparency" from the WikiLeaks people. What's this obsession with exposing everything and everyone? Within darkness there is light, but don't look for that light. Within [...]

In the midst of at-easiness

By | 2015-10-02T17:48:07+00:00 novembre 27th, 2010|Textes|

A hectic week has led to this, a ragged Saturday for which there had once been other plans. Those plans changed. Which opened an unexpected vista of the "unexpected." I could think in terms of "lost and found": I "lost" what I had planned to do this weekend (Zen Art); I "found" what I had [...]

Dust (lurking around each corner)

By | 2015-10-02T17:07:21+00:00 novembre 21st, 2010|Textes|

Paging through the day, from early to late afternoon. Desires abound, lurking around each corner. Streets in the Marais are packed with them. What happened there? What happened to Goldenberg's? Only the corner remains. And commercial real estate reigns. We visit the "Marché de la poésie." I'd like to be inspired, but instead find myself [...]

Poetics online

By | 2017-04-04T06:58:18+00:00 novembre 20th, 2010|Poésie|

See some of my recent writing in the special France issue of the online magazine ekleksographia: http://ekleksographia.ahadadabooks.com/france/ And as long as we're at it, also online, although less recent: http://connaissances.blogspot.com/2008/01/bosquet.html