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octobre 2010

When divine is not divine

By | 2015-10-02T17:21:02+00:00 octobre 11th, 2010|Textes|

I've been busy since yesterday with study among peers, old comrades, friends, our teacher. We talk and talk, exchange, explore. And then a few hours ago we emerge into the afternoon and it's another beautiful day. I think, "Divine!" Then I think, "Divine?" The words escape me in the brilliant sun, suddenly, like the truck [...]

programme automne/hiver 2010-2011

By | 2015-10-12T16:19:00+00:00 octobre 9th, 2010|Textes|

Paris (infos et inscriptions: zenscribe@free.fr) 2010 dimanche 17 oct. (9h30-18h): Journée de méditation samedi-dimanche 27-28 nov. (horaires à détérminer): Week-end "Zen art" 2011 dimanche 23 jan. (9h30-18h): Journée de méditation samedi-dimanche 26-27 mars (horaires à détérminer): Week-end "Zen art" dimanche 8 mai (9h30-18h): Journée de méditation dimanche 19 juin (9h30-18h): Journée de méditation 20-27 août: [...]

Ah, the pleasures of illusion!

By | 2017-04-04T06:58:19+00:00 octobre 8th, 2010|Textes|

Fabulous October morning bathed in sun, and in the garden the wet grass bathes my bare feet in what's left of night. The cat stays with me a moment, then trots off to her own secret frontiers. Seems we've been granted another reprieve from the inexorable descent of summer. Ah, the pleasures of illusion! The [...]

Filled with exchanges

By | 2015-10-02T11:37:47+00:00 octobre 4th, 2010|Textes|

It's Monday. And so? And so the activity that has "occupied" me for nearly a week has come to an end. For five days, I participated in the Salon Zen in Paris, a teeming marketplace of seekers and sellers. It was a souk, with stand after stand of goods on display. A brisk trade ensued. [...]

Free introduction!

By | 2015-10-12T16:19:09+00:00 octobre 2nd, 2010|Textes|

For anyone and everyone interested in a brief introduction to this practice that we call Zen, I'll be at the Red Earth Centre's open house next weekend. It's free and, as always with the Wild Flower Sangha, anything is possible! PORTES OUVERTES RED EARTH CENTRE samedi 9 octobre 2010 cours et présentations gratuits de 13H [...]

septembre 2010

Salon Zen

By | 2015-10-12T16:19:53+00:00 septembre 26th, 2010|Textes|

Wild Flower Zen Sangha will be present for five days at the Salon Zen in Paris, from Thursday (Sept. 30) through Monday (Oct. 4). Find us at stand N3, along with Dana Sangha and Michel Dubois's Way of the Heart Sangha. In addition, I'll be giving a talk there ("Le voyage Zen au coeur de [...]

Sick in a free-fall

By | 2015-10-02T11:41:47+00:00 septembre 22nd, 2010|Textes|

Out of nowhere, I've been hit with a bad head cold. Or so I think it "comes" from nowhere! What a funny notion! Nonetheless, it's here. And it's such a beautiful Indian summer in Paris! My nose is running, my eyes are red. I sneeze and sneeze and sneeze. Nothing extraordinary, the usual symptoms. Yet [...]

Part of the dance

By | 2015-10-02T11:43:01+00:00 septembre 19th, 2010|Textes|

Brilliant morning splashed in light. Everything above is searing blue and breathless. Below, a buoyant allure floats throughout, across and around, touching inside and out, a light breeze bearing a promise of warmth to accompany the approach of noon. So many words could fit here. I sprawl among them, welcome them, bask in them. I [...]

Can’t ignore it

By | 2015-10-02T11:43:52+00:00 septembre 15th, 2010|Textes|

Sometimes life in France under an outrageous government is so strange. Can't think of what other adjective could describe the bizarre acts of the so-called leaders here: people being deported because of their race, immigrants stripped of French nationality for certain crimes, government ministers in cahoots with the rich and powerful, government controlling more and [...]

Everything says it

By | 2015-10-02T11:44:41+00:00 septembre 10th, 2010|Textes|

We came out after sitting this evening into a balmy Paris night, like Indian summer, someone said. The sidewalks were crowded and the café terraces, too, and the canal glistened. I had just talked about saying what couldn't be said. And then we came out and everything was saying it, immensely.