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juin 2011

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 [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]