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mars 2011

Suspended, the state of things

By | mars 9th, 2011|Categories: Textes|

I'm facing the computer screen, thinking and dreaming, writing an interminable book proposal, deep in thoughts about who we are, how we are, what we are. The cat's asleep as usual beside my desk. All [...]

Zen Art workshop, March 26-27

By | mars 7th, 2011|Categories: Textes|

ZEN ART OPENING TO THE ART OF LIFE a workshop with Amy Hollowell Sensei, poet and founder of the Wild Flower Zen Sangha MARCH 26-27 PARIS Saturday: 14h-18 Sunday: 9h30-18h 85€ (in French and English) [...]

A meeting in the street

By | mars 5th, 2011|Categories: Textes|

Already Saturday, 5th day of March, and I realize this is my first post of the month, and only second of the week. Counting, counting, counting... So now just back after some errands and a [...]

février 2011

Glimpse at times passed

By | février 28th, 2011|Categories: Textes|

Something strange and poignant experienced at a birthday party the other night for two people, one 50 years old, the other 60. I'm acquainted with these people only by marriage, people my husband knew years [...]

Pen and ink

By | février 27th, 2011|Categories: Textes|

A busy week, following the "daily" news at home and abroad - pathetic governmental doings in France and the ongoing bloodbath in Libya. Back to routine home life as the family returned from winter holidays [...]

The bite makes the apple whole

By | février 26th, 2011|Categories: Textes|

In an article I read recently, someone explains how Apple has succeeded in the computer and high-tech world by following what the writer calls the Zen notion of "leaving things out," rather than adding many [...]

Bearing witness

By | février 22nd, 2011|Categories: Textes|

Had added a version of this as a reply to a comment on the previous post, but it feels important enough to merit an entry of its own here... Sorry to repeat for those who've [...]

Retreat notes, I (Borders)

By | février 14th, 2011|Categories: La pratique Zen|

So after sitting this morning and before sitting tonight, it's Monday, with it's usual routine of household tasks, meetings and appointments. And yet today, there's a difference: These activities are my contribution to the retreat [...]

Marvel of marvels, all together (now)

By | février 7th, 2011|Categories: Textes|

"The whole idea of compassion is based on a keen awareness of the interdependence of all these living beings, which are all part of one another, and all involved in one another.'' I come across [...]

Sunday afternoon, nothing to know

By | février 6th, 2011|Categories: Textes|

Sunday afternoon, clear and cold here. There's nothing in particular that I "must" do today. I go about a few tasks, discuss films with my son, hang out with the cat, make arrangements for a [...]

Joyce’s birthday as Cairo rages

By | février 2nd, 2011|Categories: Textes|

James Joyce's birthday. A nod to Dublin's finest. May he rest in peace. And? No resting in peace in Cairo tonight as clashes are raging in Tahrir Square. So sad. What is so captivating, too, [...]

janvier 2011

They’re joining as one in Cairo tonight

By | janvier 30th, 2011|Categories: Textes|

All of this upheaval in Egypt that I read about, hear about, seems absolutely incomprehensible and absolutely comprehensible at once. I feel I'm with them and not, so far and right here. In a magazine, [...]