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septembre 2010

There is no map

By | 2017-04-04T06:58:19+00:00 septembre 4th, 2010|Textes|

A long, late summer afternoon is cause for easy pleasure with whatever arises today, whether it be errands, correspondence, a lengthy phone conversation, a backache. Wind runs through the fading foliage unevenly and the sun makes its slow descent. Like us all. Among the prime concerns in the French media for this "rentrée" is a [...]

When the tooth had to go

By | 2015-10-02T11:46:37+00:00 septembre 3rd, 2010|Textes|

Had a tooth pulled today. Planned for a month and a half, it was one of those back-to-the-wall situations: Any other option would have only led to more trouble. The tooth had to go. And so it did. The dentist did his job like a pro, I did mine like an amateur, with a mix [...]

Immensity again

By | 2015-10-02T11:47:25+00:00 septembre 1st, 2010|Textes|

Things are quiet, the evening cool. It's a "new" month. Time to delve back in to this flow of words, set forth day by day. Again. I've been so many places these weeks, on two continents, under rain and shine, in the pounding heart of cities and the soft rustle of dark woods, life and [...]

août 2010

Gushing forth

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

Here, checking in again after several weeks of travels abroad, "vacating" away from usual connections, ideas, functions, positions. Here, preparing another departure, another week of "retreating," the last of the summer. One day and another day and another day and another, things as they are keep gushing forth. The breakfast table is filled with marvels, [...]

In the heart of neither here nor there

By | 2015-10-02T11:49:04+00:00 août 1st, 2010|Textes|

A "new" month finds me home between travels after days of sitting in the heart of a searing hot Portuguese summer. Writing that, I marvel at the great fortune that has brought me to practice in Portugal these last six years. The days at Quinta das Águias went from fresh, easy morning to unthinkably fiery [...]

juillet 2010

Art of life, life of art

By | 2015-10-02T11:50:25+00:00 juillet 23rd, 2010|Textes|

"Genuine art - dharma art - is simply the activity of nonagression." There's more to this statement from the late great Tibetan master Chogyam Trungpa than meets the eye. And yet... It opens every moment of life to the possibility of "art." Which is the truth, no doubt about it. Meanwhile, the getting and spending [...]

Radical plunge

By | 2015-10-02T11:51:24+00:00 juillet 19th, 2010|Textes|

City is hot, sticky yet less congested. Little by little, the population is shifting, any residents who can going elsewhere, tourists who can staying. Always the come-and-go. And yet, here we are amid events of the day. There's always a spark, never a dull moment as they say, if we stay right where we are. [...]

What is your one obstacle?

By | 2015-10-02T11:52:40+00:00 juillet 17th, 2010|Textes|

Summer is well on its way. Last night we sat together for the last time this "season" in our Friday night place, the Red Earth Centre. My question for everyone was: What is your one obstacle? I talked a bit, others shared their thoughts and impressions. Then we each went our ways. A true meditation [...]

Sweet summer night

By | 2015-10-02T11:53:16+00:00 juillet 13th, 2010|Textes|

Other outages, and now a return "online." Like the basement that flooded yesterday for the first time after heavy rain. Now it's a delicious evening, the beginning of the national holiday in France, people wandering toward street parties for drink and dancing. Certainly nothing like Spain the past few nights, though. We knew that kind [...]