Part of the dance

//Part of the dance

Part of the dance

Brilliant morning splashed in light. Everything above is searing blue and breathless. Below, a buoyant allure floats throughout, across and around, touching inside and out, a light breeze bearing a promise of warmth to accompany the approach of noon.
So many words could fit here. I sprawl among them, welcome them, bask in them. I feel like Modigliani’s « Reclining Nude, » curving longly, stretched belly up and arms tossed back to receive all that might be said and done.
All that I have to do is not forgotten (planning, organizing, deciding, cooking, laundry, parenting…). But now it « looks » and « sounds » different than it did yesterday, than it did in a sleepless patch of night anxious between strange dreams.
Then, it felt tight, weighty, uncertain. Today, it just seems to be part of the dance.

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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.

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