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juillet 2014

Serving at the World Cup

By | juillet 11th, 2014|Categories: Textes|

Someone recently passed along this quote to me (from someone named Rachel Naomi Remen): "Helping, fixing and serving represent three different ways of seeing life: When you help, you see life as weak. When you [...]

juin 2014

Almost-summer gladness

By | juin 20th, 2014|Categories: Poésie|

Another fine almost-summer day here finds me happy again to offer another poem to my zenscribe comrades, near and far. Many thanks for comments on previous posting... Glad we're back, having never left. ANNALS OF [...]

An offering for Bloomsday

By | juin 16th, 2014|Categories: Poésie|

It took Bloomsday to bring me back to these pages. If you're reading this, I owe you deep thanks for keeping zenscribe in mind even without any sign of life and words here. So with [...]

avril 2014

Farewell Peter Matthiessen

By | avril 10th, 2014|Categories: Textes|

"Zen is really just a reminder to stay alive and to be awake," the Zen master and great American writer Peter Matthiessen once said. "Zen practice is about appreciating your life in this moment. If [...]

février 2014

Easter in Portugal with special guest Catherine Genno Pagès Roshi

By | février 25th, 2014|Categories: La pratique Zen|

Ten years ago, in October 2004, the first seeds of our Wild Flower Zen community in Portugal were planted when the Porto Buddhist Union invited my teacher, Roshi Catherine Genno Pagès, to visit for the [...]


By | février 18th, 2014|Categories: Textes|

It's been days since my last entry. Nothing special to note here tonight except this, which came to me via email, among a variety of "inspirational" quotes, and I couldn't let it slip away without [...]

janvier 2014

Rest in peace, Pete Seeger

By | janvier 28th, 2014|Categories: Textes|

Sad day: The indefatigable songman and peace activist Pete Seeger died today, at the age of 94. He was a national treasure for all those Americans who stood up and spoke out, who refused to [...]

Yes in hazy moonlight

By | janvier 14th, 2014|Categories: Textes|

There was a hazy moon in the dark sky tonight. I noticed it earlier this evening when I was returning home after a day at work. And I saw it last night, too. But each [...]

Keep touching the ground

By | janvier 8th, 2014|Categories: Textes|

Back at work and other activities this week after the traditional holiday "break.'' Seems a bit strange, like I've been away for a long while, and strangely just the same, as if I've never left. [...]

Completion and renewal

By | janvier 1st, 2014|Categories: Textes|

As 2013 has come to a close and we enter 2014, it's a great moment to remind ourselves where we have been and also to look clearly at where we are: at both an end [...]

novembre 2013

After Thanksgiving

By | novembre 29th, 2013|Categories: Textes|

Fog started rolling in last night, hovering along our street as my son and I returned late from a Thanksgiving feast. He noted the odd brilliance it cast, affording a seemingly incongruous clarity to the [...]

Retreat calendar spring-summer 2014

By | novembre 25th, 2013|Categories: Textes|

2014 (spring and summer) multi-day retreats with the Wild Flower Zen Sangha and Sensei Amy Hollowell: April 17-21, Portugal (with special guest Roshi Catherine Genno Pagès) May 9-16, Belgium (co-led with Sensei Frank de Waele [...]

Perfect zero

By | novembre 18th, 2013|Categories: Textes|

Today, wars all around and other natural disasters, the "economy" in tatters, hunger, disease, plastic surgery rampant. And in my weekly agenda, dotted with quotes from artists through the ages, there is this: "Il réalisait [...]

Lou Reed’s wide-awake death

By | novembre 12th, 2013|Categories: Textes|

It's been a couple of weeks since I learned of Lou Reed's death, the day after he died, as I returned to Paris after retreat in Portugal. And only now did I finally find what [...]

octobre 2013


By | octobre 29th, 2013|Categories: Textes|

Back in Montreuil today. Lazing in the late afternoon with Proust. I look up from the book for a moment, out the window, and there, a magnificent rainbow curves across the cloudy sky like a [...]