Almost feels like I never left. I felt so much « here » wherever I was.
And yet…
New York is a big, hard, tall city, without round edges or cushions, constantly busy and in motion. It is known as the city that never sleeps, after all. Although sometimes I think it is really the city that is always asleep to the « other » side of being. It never seems to rest.
Someone said New York is the source of what we call « globalization. » It’s palpable everywhere you turn there, an endless array of everyone and everything, whirling in a hundred tongues and colors. No one there even seems to notice it anymore.
Had innumerable conversations about DSK, with a variety of people from diverse backgrounds and points of view. Everybody is interested. And I’m utterly fascinated by what this story surely says about us all. Can’t verbalize it yet. To be continued…
And now back to Paris, as always the most beautiful city in the world, night falling slow and late.
Back again, night (slow and late)
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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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