Here, checking in again after several weeks of travels abroad, "vacating" away from usual connections, ideas, functions, positions. Here, preparing another departure, another week of "retreating," the last of the summer. One day and another day and another day and another, things as they are keep gushing forth. The breakfast table is filled with marvels, [...]
A "new" month finds me home between travels after days of sitting in the heart of a searing hot Portuguese summer. Writing that, I marvel at the great fortune that has brought me to practice in Portugal these last six years. The days at Quinta das Águias went from fresh, easy morning to unthinkably fiery [...]
Off on retreat in Portugal for a week. Join us, sit where you are, walk feeling your feet embracing the earth, breathe the sun, clouds and sky.
"Genuine art - dharma art - is simply the activity of nonagression." There's more to this statement from the late great Tibetan master Chogyam Trungpa than meets the eye. And yet... It opens every moment of life to the possibility of "art." Which is the truth, no doubt about it. Meanwhile, the getting and spending [...]
City is hot, sticky yet less congested. Little by little, the population is shifting, any residents who can going elsewhere, tourists who can staying. Always the come-and-go. And yet, here we are amid events of the day. There's always a spark, never a dull moment as they say, if we stay right where we are. [...]
Summer is well on its way. Last night we sat together for the last time this "season" in our Friday night place, the Red Earth Centre. My question for everyone was: What is your one obstacle? I talked a bit, others shared their thoughts and impressions. Then we each went our ways. A true meditation [...]
Other outages, and now a return "online." Like the basement that flooded yesterday for the first time after heavy rain. Now it's a delicious evening, the beginning of the national holiday in France, people wandering toward street parties for drink and dancing. Certainly nothing like Spain the past few nights, though. We knew that kind [...]
Baking in the heat. Remember the Zen tale of going where there is neither heat nor cold: When it's hot, just be hot; when it's cold, just be cold. Now it seems a storm must certainly be brewing. Technology has played havoc again with my best intentions to make a record here of the days. [...]
Have been absent from this space for far too long. Rather, I have been present, just without words. Tonight, a sweet evening deepens. I'm recalling the "writing" and "sitting" day shared with Paris Wild Flowers on Saturday, in and out of the sun and shade. So many words emerging, floating, soaring, searing, singing, ringing, jingling [...]
At the office, a colleague likes to talk about "Buddhism" with me. He stops by my desk the other day. He's reading sutras, he says. There's a soccer match playing on the television nearby. He likes what he reads, he says, but he adds that he's discouraged because he can never remember what he reads. [...]
Le Web carnet de Amy Hollowell Sensei, fondatrice de la Wild Flower Zen Sangha et successeur de Catherine Genno Pagès Roshi dans le lignage Zen Soto de Taizan Maezumi Roshi, fondateur du Centre Zen de Los Angeles.
The Web notebook of Amy Hollowell Sensei, founder of the Wild Flower Zen Sangha and dharma successor of Catherine Genno Pagès Roshi in the Soto Zen lineage of Taizan Maezumi Roshi, founder of the Los Angeles Zen Center.
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