OK, my friends. After my words, I offer here Patti Smith's words about her experience at the Nobel ceremony. Nobody could say it better.
A beautiful moment of grace last night, in between news of Aleppo's tragedy, suicide bombs in Istanbul, merchants and vacuous celebrities preparing to take over America, polluted Paris coughing and gasping: Patti Smith singing Bob Dylan's "A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall" at the Nobel Prize ceremony in Stockholm. Winner of the Nobel Literature prize, Dylan declined [...]
It's still cold here in Paris, and the skies are pristine blue, different shades by day and night. Not a cloud in sight. But the pollution is so bad that the mayor has established alternate-day rules for cars: Only cars with even-numbered license plates could circulate today, tomorrow only odd numbers can circulate. And public [...]
Only a few minutes to make an entry here this morning before heading to the weekend retreat. So no original image (for the moment), which is "intentional" if only because I have no time to add one. Our weekly talk last night after sitting was something about tracing one's unique, invisible, clear, precise, mysterious path [...]
Good morning from Paris, a bit "late" again. And again, thank you all for your participation in this retreat, each in your own way. And thank you for the many kind birthday wishes you have offered me. Please contribute again today; it's all so beautiful. (I'll try to post again tomorrow, too, just so we [...]
Please forgive me: For some reason this post did not appear this morning! So only getting it online this afternoon. My most humble apologies: Good morning everyone. I'm coming a bit late to the game today; I gave myself a brief much-needed break... It's another superbly clear and cold day here in Montreuil. From [...]
I love the dying light of early winter morning today. I can't explain why. Maybe it's the rich paleness of it or the simplicity of its spareness. It's like the fallen red berries on my garden path: the fruit of life meeting its certain end. Now green tea at my desk again after brief sitting. [...]
It's a new day. Thanks to all for your comments. Keep it up. And please don't forget to tell us where you are, what city or country or street or neighborhood... On my way home from sitting last night, in the bitter cold, I was reminded of a sentence from the late French writer Georges [...]