Velvet, violet, here, there, everywhere

//Velvet, violet, here, there, everywhere

Velvet, violet, here, there, everywhere

Moonlight on the canal as we left sitting tonight. Lovely, easy, quiet evening in spring. Dark, yet not dark, almost a velvety violet.
Heading off to America tomorrow, leaving the « old » continent behind for 10 days.
Always have mixed feelings about travels, about coming and going, about stepping away from « home, » even if for a brief, temporary stay « elsewhere. »
While there is in fact no « elsewhere, » no « here or there, » there is, too, in fact here, and there, and elsewhere. One fact does not discount the other.
So I go, not going, and I don’t go, going.
And having never left, I will be back again.

By | 2015-10-02T16:20:21+01:00 mai 13th, 2011|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.

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  1. Cloud 15 mai 2011 at 20 h 09 min - Reply

    No here nor there, only a life to live to the fullest, until it’s exhausted and renewed.
    You,a beautiful mirage and one of our favorite trap, are not away and can never be.
    Yet we deluded people will miss you.

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