The great Bernie Glassman, one of my Zen teachers, died Sunday morning in the United States. I'm still reeling a bit, three days after the news first reached me, in Portugal, hours after the end of a retreat there. Dining with some students later that night, we raised a toast of white wine [...]
Vu lundi soir dans la rue, Paris 11, coin du passage Courtois et rue Léon Frot (traduction: Merci pour cette toile fraîche). Ce mur, en effet. Mais pas seulement: tout l'univers est une toile fraîche. Et nous sommes tous les artistes.
De retour à Montreuil après une merveilleuse semaine d'écriture et médiation dans le Limousin, au centre Dechen Choling. Toujours un immense plaisir de partager cette aventure avec d'autres personnes qui souhaitent plonger dans l'inconnu du moment présent. Les mots du maître Dogen nous ont accompagnés toute la semaine ("Etudier la voie, c’est s’étudier soi-même...") et [...]
Today I've had a quiet Sunday at home, a much-needed break from all the activity of leading you in this retreat all week. I felt lazy like my cat, sleeping curled up under a bush, half in the sun, half in the shade all afternoon. Yesterday, to give closure to our Heart [...]
On this "last" day of our retreat, I'm wondering how everyone is doing and what everyone is doing, what you have experienced this week, with the vows you made and all the rest. If we were sitting here together in Montreuil, I could ask you. But we're not. So the best we can do [...]
Today, June 21, is the longest day of the year. And it's a day that I particularly love, particularly in Paris. The city is at its best this time of year, tree-lined boulevards and parks flourishing, café terraces full. Which doesn't mean that all is "well" for everyone: Refugees and the homeless also wander [...]