Only a few minutes to make an entry here this morning before heading to the weekend retreat. So no original image (for the moment), which is "intentional" if only because I have no time to add one. Our weekly talk last night after sitting was something about tracing one's unique, invisible, clear, precise, mysterious path [...]
Good morning from Paris, a bit "late" again. And again, thank you all for your participation in this retreat, each in your own way. And thank you for the many kind birthday wishes you have offered me. Please contribute again today; it's all so beautiful. (I'll try to post again tomorrow, too, just so we [...]
Please forgive me: For some reason this post did not appear this morning! So only getting it online this afternoon. My most humble apologies: Good morning everyone. I'm coming a bit late to the game today; I gave myself a brief much-needed break... It's another superbly clear and cold day here in Montreuil. From [...]
I love the dying light of early winter morning today. I can't explain why. Maybe it's the rich paleness of it or the simplicity of its spareness. It's like the fallen red berries on my garden path: the fruit of life meeting its certain end. Now green tea at my desk again after brief sitting. [...]
It's a new day. Thanks to all for your comments. Keep it up. And please don't forget to tell us where you are, what city or country or street or neighborhood... On my way home from sitting last night, in the bitter cold, I was reminded of a sentence from the late French writer Georges [...]
Good morning from Montreuil. Quietly awakening here with some green tea and the cat, thinking of all you other retreat participants (those who signed up to join and those who didn't): We're all in this together. I like that thought. But wait a minute... Who is "we"? If I expand my notion of "we," where [...]
Sunday afternoon in Montreuil, overcast sky. Unlike this morning, when there was a brilliant sun illuminating the Place Jean Jaurès, which was filled with people buying bread, groceries, flowers, the Sunday papers, visiting the Christmas market in the chill. I was again struck by how different this neighborhood has become since I moved here 20 [...]
No time until now to post here a Day IV "vehicle" (or perhaps "container" is a better word?) for today's flow of comments. At first, that seems like a problem: I'm not keeping up with the pace of the day, I'm leaving the participants without a space to share their experience. But then I think: [...]
Quick notes from the top of the morning... Occupied by a sore leg, mental agitation, differences of opinion, strife in Gaza and in little corners of myself, and then suddenly word that a baby has been born to friends, a girl, earlier than expected but all is well. The father says he is the "happiest [...]
With the first flickers of light in my eyes this morning, I begin my meditation by acknowledging all those with whom I share this retreat week. There are all those who have sent email confirming their presence. There are those with whom I sat last night. There are those in the house with me at [...]
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.
