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avril 2012

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By | 2015-10-02T15:39:55+00:00 avril 17th, 2012|Textes|

First day back at work after much time away, and particularly after the lovely week of retreat in Belgium at the Château de Frandeux. It was a deep, wide, rich practice with a group of 108 participants... Now so many things to say... ...but, as I said there one morning, the lake swallowed my words. [...]

Coming soon to a life near you

By | 2015-10-02T15:40:08+00:00 avril 5th, 2012|Textes|

So it's been a long while since I last wrote here. And I've certainly given thought to what I might post, and then I've not done it. When I start writing again, like now, I wonder why I haven't written before. I love it so! Now preparing to leave on retreat for a week with [...]

mars 2012

In cold blood in the schoolyard

By | 2015-10-02T15:40:26+00:00 mars 20th, 2012|Textes|

Words seem flat when small children are murdered in cold blood as they were in France yesterday. I'm not sure I even know what such an act means. Except that to kill and harm, I would have to separate myself from the other and focus only on the differences. And whatever was different from me [...]

So much depends on a pair of red-handled scissors

By | 2015-10-02T15:40:49+00:00 mars 18th, 2012|Textes|

What could be noted here tonight? Perhaps that is the most worthy note: a question that incites me to look, to listen, to open my heart to the infinite possibilities right here at my desk at this very hour, Sunday drifting nonchalantly toward Monday, a drizzle outside, me thinking of heading off to bed. A [...]

Consuming yoga?

By | 2015-10-02T15:43:30+00:00 mars 13th, 2012|Textes|

Ever since an article appeared on the sports pages in the newspaper last week about Americans turning yoga into a competitive sport (even hoping to bring it to the Olympics as a medal event!), I am at a loss for words. Although I don't practice yoga, I have rarely heard of something so absurd as [...]

An ongoing question

By | 2017-04-04T06:58:15+00:00 mars 7th, 2012|Textes|

When you stop to consider all the "current events" that capture our attention every day, it seems impossible to settle on one, to select a moment, an event, a person, an issue, worth singling out from the rest. Is the ongoing slaughter in Syria more "captivating" than a presidential debate in France, Greece's ongoing economic [...]

A dead poet lives

By | 2015-10-02T15:44:13+00:00 mars 4th, 2012|Textes|

More engagement with the "past" again today: particpated in a tribute reading following the death of an American poet who had been a pillar of the Anglophone poetry scene in Paris. Poets of all sorts came together to honor John, his work and his support for many of us. Saw many people I haven't seen [...]

The times of our lives

By | 2017-04-04T06:58:15+00:00 mars 3rd, 2012|Textes|

Spend much of the day with old photographs, in response to a request for pictures to build an archive of Dana, my teacher's sangha, my own original heart sangha. Each image stirs an association with people, places, times, lives. Sometimes there is a tug of wistful regret for what and who is "gone," nostalgia for [...]

février 2012

In the movement

By | 2015-10-02T15:44:43+00:00 février 28th, 2012|Textes|

I was sweeping through the events of the day, big and small, when I recevied an email message from someone who had recently lost a dear sibling. It felt like the world's axis had shifted, she said, with everything different yet still just going on. When I stopped reading for a second and looked up [...]

I don’t know, again and again

By | 2015-10-02T15:44:57+00:00 février 27th, 2012|Textes|

The first words that come are: "I don't know." And then there are others: "the cat purrs," "what time is it?" "keep looking," and more and more and more... I back up, return to the first words again. Or is that I am moving ahead? Or maybe not forward or back, but rather "I" am [...]