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juillet 2012

L’heure bleue

By | juillet 4th, 2012|Categories: Textes|

Stopping in for a visit here. What a marvelous night it is, summer thriving! It's the end of what the French call "l'heure bleue," that curious hour between sunset and the dark spread of night. [...]

juin 2012

Summer 2012

By | juin 30th, 2012|Categories: La pratique Zen|

Please note the Wild Flower summer schedule: Final weekly meditation Monday July 16 Retreat in Portugal: July 28- Aug. 4 info/registration: wildflower.pt@gmail.com Retreat in France: Aug. 25-Sept. 1 info/registration: info@wildflowerzen.org Meditation starts again Monday Sept. [...]

mai 2012

City alive

By | mai 29th, 2012|Categories: Textes|

The city's alive with its secrets under the cobblestones and in back courtyards, down side streets and basking on café terraces along wide boulevards bathed in delicious late-spring sun. At my desk, birdsong drifts in [...]

(Maybe) I’m amazed

By | mai 23rd, 2012|Categories: Textes|

So much "happening" these days, and every "thing" throughout the day seems to be "unexpected." I never know what I will find in my "inbox" - in the computer, on the phone, on my plate, [...]

Point the way?

By | mai 13th, 2012|Categories: Textes|

Evening. A bird sings in the tree outside my window. One word for such a moment might be "sweet." But the word is not the moment. A poem I quoted yesterday: A man pulling radishes [...]

Change is now

By | mai 7th, 2012|Categories: Textes|

After all this, it finally happens: Change is now, as the new French president's campaign slogan said. In France, we have a feeling of relief today, of a return to "normal" after five years of [...]

Zero

By | mai 1st, 2012|Categories: Textes|

A new month. The sky cleared and sun flooded the garden all day. Love it. All dark out there now. Love it, too. Meanwhile, caught up in French politics, which is on everyone's mind here, [...]

avril 2012

Not other than this

By | avril 23rd, 2012|Categories: Textes|

Already Monday, late on a quiet night. Much coming and going each day, like the wind and rain and clouds and sun. Yesterday was election day in France, and I voted for the first time. [...]

Back

By | avril 17th, 2012|Categories: Textes|

First day back at work after much time away, and particularly after the lovely week of retreat in Belgium at the Château de Frandeux. It was a deep, wide, rich practice with a group of [...]

Coming soon to a life near you

By | avril 5th, 2012|Categories: Textes|

So it's been a long while since I last wrote here. And I've certainly given thought to what I might post, and then I've not done it. When I start writing again, like now, I [...]

mars 2012

In cold blood in the schoolyard

By | mars 20th, 2012|Categories: Textes|

Words seem flat when small children are murdered in cold blood as they were in France yesterday. I'm not sure I even know what such an act means. Except that to kill and harm, I [...]

Consuming yoga?

By | mars 13th, 2012|Categories: Textes|

Ever since an article appeared on the sports pages in the newspaper last week about Americans turning yoga into a competitive sport (even hoping to bring it to the Olympics as a medal event!), I [...]

An ongoing question

By | mars 7th, 2012|Categories: Textes|

When you stop to consider all the "current events" that capture our attention every day, it seems impossible to settle on one, to select a moment, an event, a person, an issue, worth singling out [...]

A dead poet lives

By | mars 4th, 2012|Categories: Textes|

More engagement with the "past" again today: particpated in a tribute reading following the death of an American poet who had been a pillar of the Anglophone poetry scene in Paris. Poets of all sorts [...]

The times of our lives

By | mars 3rd, 2012|Categories: Textes|

Spend much of the day with old photographs, in response to a request for pictures to build an archive of Dana, my teacher's sangha, my own original heart sangha. Each image stirs an association with [...]

février 2012

In the movement

By | février 28th, 2012|Categories: Textes|

I was sweeping through the events of the day, big and small, when I recevied an email message from someone who had recently lost a dear sibling. It felt like the world's axis had shifted, [...]

I don’t know, again and again

By | février 27th, 2012|Categories: Textes|

The first words that come are: "I don't know." And then there are others: "the cat purrs," "what time is it?" "keep looking," and more and more and more... I back up, return to the [...]

Obstacle and mirage

By | février 22nd, 2012|Categories: Textes|

Riding in a car the other day, I was told by the driver that sometimes the car's radar system, which is supposed to alert the driver when the car is nearing an "obstacle," malfunctions. It [...]