Sunday

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Sunday

Second day of a new month, a week after my last post, night falling in Paris: So it goes.
I want to officially thank all those who sent me birthday greetings yesterday. You made my day!
Meanwhile, a lazy Sunday. Read all the daily newspapers that were available. Yet now as I sit at my desk, I feel that the images that I have arrayed on the wall before me are far more compelling, and speak of something far richer and deeper, than most of the « news » that filled the pages I was turning this afternoon. I’m not able to tell you what these images say, but whatever it is, it never ceases to touch my heart.

By | 2017-04-04T06:58:15+01:00 décembre 2nd, 2012|Textes|5 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.

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  1. www.swissfakeuhren.de 23 juillet 2013 at 3 h 28 min - Reply
  2. wild primula 9 décembre 2012 at 18 h 37 min - Reply

    in my thesis i said: "images are from the area before words – deeper then words".
    we can choose:
    we can see them or we can recognise the already known.
    but in words it is the same – we can recognise them – or we can hear the sound – the rythm ( in relation with what they say and what we recognise…)

    it is the same with people in the metro
    we can see them – or we can recognise what we allready know… or think to know
    allways the same
    it is about the fear to go in the known – about trust…

    it is about seeing. And yet it is not – for when we know that we see – we are not seeing anymore…

  3. little lake 3 décembre 2012 at 23 h 34 min - Reply

    I know that feeling. I have the same experience.
    I don’t know what they bring or touch – but they do.
    It is not conscious? Beyond words?

    Yet, there is also something like a light and quiet joy? without reason – in which is no higher and lower – no better or worse – nothing to win or to loose – like everything has a kind of same… i don’t know how to say…. quality/ importance ???? Like everything is just so right? to be there. I cannot find the right words… Like everything "is just" so very much "there"?

  4. litle lake 3 décembre 2012 at 23 h 12 min - Reply

    Happy Birthday + one day!

  5. michelange 3 décembre 2012 at 7 h 03 min - Reply

    Happy Birthday!

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