On the way home

//On the way home

On the way home

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 she wants money, and reach in my bag for my wallet.
No, no, she says, I don’t want money – I want help with the children and the stroller…
I’m terribly embarrassed, I apologize. I feel like disappearing into the rush of commuters, never wanting to see her again. But I stay. I drop my shame, I drop my « I, » and do what’s necessary. All she needs is a helping hand. This is not the moment for « I » to take control.
My son and I help her carry the stroller, the baby, the other child, up stairs and down, through the bustling corridor, to the platform of her train.
She thanks us, we all smile at each other. Then we leave her there, comforting her sleepy older child, and head toward our own way home.

By | 2015-10-02T11:59:43+01:00 mai 24th, 2010|Textes|2 Comments

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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.

2 Comments

  1. tu es cela 25 mai 2010 at 22 h 09 min - Reply

    Yes, everything is "teaching." And I’d say welcome what life brings.

  2. HJ 25 mai 2010 at 19 h 47 min - Reply

    It seems that every experience is the teaching and we just have to accept what life brings

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