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juin 2010

In a plunge

By | juin 30th, 2010|Categories: Textes|

Have been absent from this space for far too long. Rather, I have been present, just without words. Tonight, a sweet evening deepens. I'm recalling the "writing" and "sitting" day shared with Paris Wild Flowers [...]

It wouldn’t be it

By | juin 17th, 2010|Categories: Textes|

At the office, a colleague likes to talk about "Buddhism" with me. He stops by my desk the other day. He's reading sutras, he says. There's a soccer match playing on the television nearby. He [...]

In the rain, dancing on and on

By | juin 9th, 2010|Categories: Textes|

A roundabout discussion in the rain with a friend who is passing in the street early this morning as I head to another day at the office. The subject of structure (or lack thereof) is [...]

mai 2010

Many responding as one

By | mai 28th, 2010|Categories: Textes|

"As a species, we must embrace the oneness of humanity as we face global issues like pandemics, economic crises and ecological disaster. At that scale, our response must be as one.'' This is the Dalai [...]

Journée « Zen » à Paris

By | mai 27th, 2010|Categories: Textes|

Le dimanche 6 juin 2010, le Red Earth Centre participe à la "Journée Zen à Paris" et donc propose une journée particulière: Sophrologie à 14h30 avec Corinne Renaudon Méditation Zen à 16h avec Amy Hollowell [...]

On the way home

By | mai 24th, 2010|Categories: Textes|

In the Métro this late afternoon, a woman with two small children approaches and asks something of me. It's crowded, hot, I can't hear what she says, not even sure she's speaking French. I assume [...]

This way of sun and dust

By | mai 22nd, 2010|Categories: Textes|

A fabulous, marvelous, splendidly curvaceous spring day and I can't remember what caught my attention in the paper this morning, early, over weak green tea. I recall the birdsong, though, and the clear sunlight with [...]

Einstein, Chaplin and many hands clapping

By | mai 20th, 2010|Categories: Textes|

One day, Charlie Chaplin and Albert Einstein were standing together before a crowd that was applauding them. "Do you know why they are applauding us?" Einstein asked Chaplin. "You, it's because everyone understands you. Me, [...]

Everything in open hands

By | mai 18th, 2010|Categories: Textes|

Yawning now at the end of the day. What went on during all these hours, from morning until night? I suppose it was what is often called "a day like any other." And yet, a [...]

Tribe of white plums

By | mai 17th, 2010|Categories: Textes|

I come upon a headline in the morning newspaper indicating that Facebook is a closed circuit, unlike the vast openness of the greater Web. Not being a Facebook "member" (or should I say "friend"?), I [...]

Summer retreats 2010

By | mai 16th, 2010|Categories: Textes|

As summer approaches, "let me respectfully remind you..." ...about the Wild Flower Sangha's two annual summer retreats, in Portugal and in France. Now is the time to sign up, as attendance is limited in both. [...]

Retreat notes (Malakoff)

By | mai 3rd, 2010|Categories: Textes|

We sat asking under a glass roof, "Everyone has a birth place; where is yours?" Outside, we went step by step halfway down a narrow alley and back. A neighbor entered, and, given pause, quickly [...]

avril 2010

Truly, greatly vacating

By | avril 26th, 2010|Categories: Textes|

Back again after more travels. By train, not plane, so was not directly subject to the ashes phenomenon. Appreciated greatly having nothing in particular to do, truly vacating. In the sunny streets of Amsterdam and [...]

I don’t know a thing about it

By | avril 20th, 2010|Categories: Textes|

All this volcanic frenzy over being grounded! And all that time we sat in Normandy under a cloudless sky by night and day, aware that "unseen" causes and effects were stirring up "disruptions" of unfathomable [...]

Rounding a corner of April

By | avril 15th, 2010|Categories: Textes|

Off to retreat in Normandy. The news is in the details, wider and wider every moment. April is rounding a corner, turning away from a sort of stutter, from something fragile, toward something strongly fragile, [...]

Much ado about

By | avril 12th, 2010|Categories: Textes|

There has been so much ado since Saturday about the plane crashing in a Russian forest with an array of Polish leaders, including the president, on board. There were, the news reports said, no survivors. [...]