Where we meet

//Where we meet

Where we meet

I read tonight that when Shunryu Suzuki Roshi was on his deathbed, his successor, Richard Baker, asked him where they would meet again. Suzuki Roshi stuck his boney hand out from under the sheet and drew a circle.
Indeed.
No one is going anywhere ever.
And after a fruitful day of writing, with breaks for cooking, eating, reading, laundry, soon I’ll head to bed.

By | 2015-10-02T12:18:35+01:00 février 3rd, 2010|Textes|1 Comment

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Enseignante Zen et poète, Sensei Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell est née et a grandi à Minneapolis, aux Etats-Unis. Arrivée en France en 1981 pour étudier la littérature et l’histoire, elle y est restée, s’installant à Paris, où elle élève ses deux enfants et gagne sa vie en tant que journaliste. The Zen teacher and poet Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell Sensei was born and raised in Minneapolis, but came to France in 1981 to study literature and history and has lived in Paris ever since, raising her two children and making a living as a journalist.

One Comment

  1. ute 24 février 2010 at 12 h 26 min - Reply

    Thank you for sharing parts of your daily life in that way. Today having a bad head-ache on a day-off-teaching I was quite unhappy that I can´t use my precious time off to write, sculpt, garden by being sick again.
    Reading your lines helped like a massage to the brain. Sitting might do the rest and if not, I might be able to accept that (often) I just need the day off as day off and that it is not always possible to be "creative" in that small "time window" between the job days. The "simple" description of your daily life between job, househould, writing and zen is quite relaxing – Probably I can´t write down the good ideas I had yesterday with that headache today, but I can fill the washing-machine…now.

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