Someone told me the other day that she/he had not been sitting lately because he/she was not doing well, because he/she was stressed and had many complications with relationships, work, everyday life. I suppose we can all recognize ourselves in that. And yet the truth is that we have the whole thing backwards. I thought [...]
Today was one of those days: one "thing" after another, the timing such that I had no "down" time, as we say, except during Métro rides from one "place" to another. Awoke early, worked at the paper without stopping until I had to rush off to meet my son at the hospital, wait and wait [...]
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. So luscious! I say I'd like to have it this way all the time, but then of course if I [...]
Returning home here after all my travels, across the Atlantic and into America... The trip included family time in two cities and wanderings around New York, as well as a lovely Bloomsday workshop at the Village Zendo. I'm the richer for it all in a thousand ways. My world was unfixed during those days, as [...]
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 the window. So does the grind and screech of the trash men making their morning rounds. In the back of [...]
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, on the Métro, around the corner, in the next room, the next minute, under my foot, in my hand... I'm [...]
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 points the way with a radish. How do you point the way?
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 some sort of collective insanity when everything was about "appearance" rather than about things as they truly are, plain and [...]
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, even if it's one of the three subjects people say are not to be discussed at a dinner party (the [...]
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. Writing that, I'm wondering what "vote" means... Many people "voted" like I did, many did not, still others did not [...]
Le Web carnet de Amy Hollowell Sensei, fondatrice de la Wild Flower Zen Sangha et successeur de Catherine Genno Pagès Roshi dans le lignage Zen Soto de Taizan Maezumi Roshi, fondateur du Centre Zen de Los Angeles.
The Web notebook of Amy Hollowell Sensei, founder of the Wild Flower Zen Sangha and dharma successor of Catherine Genno Pagès Roshi in the Soto Zen lineage of Taizan Maezumi Roshi, founder of the Los Angeles Zen Center.
