novembre 2010
A November song
Rainy Saturday afternoon during which I learn to repair a sitting cushion thanks to the kind guidance of a colleague/friend amateur seamstress who has stopped by with that purpose in mind. Quiet seems to fill [...]
After Portugal, abundantly
Back again from retreat in Portugal. Orange trees were bearing early fruit in the cloister that we rounded to and from sitting, over and over, around and around. We sat together, wind and rain whipping [...]
octobre 2010
« Zen Art » workshop
ZEN ART Opening to the art of life a workshop with Amy Hollowell Sensei, poet and founder of the Wild Flower Zen Sangha Nov. 27-28 Paris Saturday: 14h-18 Sunday: 9h30-18h 75€ (85€ for registration after [...]
Just dance on together
In my inbox, an email from the Centre Pompidou promoting a coming dance performance. The title intrigues: "Nos Solitudes" (Our Solitudes). So I read on: "Chute perpétuelle ou travail sur l'envol, Nos solitudes de la [...]
Fragments of a meeting (crush, crack, crick, crick)
What is it tonight? More fragments, the only thing possible. "Am I walking into eternity along Sandymount strand? Crush, crack, crick, crick," thinks Stephen Dedalus, on the beach in the morning in Joyce's Ulysses. This [...]
Where we are, quickly
Streets are the theater of more protests today, youths confronting police armed for battle. At the place Denfert-Rochereau a stand-off is underway when I emerge from the Métro. The surrounding avenues are eerily vacant of [...]
Discovered by you within you
I see images tonight on the television of gangs of young men, boys even, in the streets of France smashing cars and windows, charging the police, throwing stones, bottles, sticks, lighting fires. Someone says its [...]
Fingertips lightly touching the ground
Tonight, I'm ready to shut it all down and go to bed. The day was busy with the rigors of parenting, the grind of household duties. No time for "I"! So after the last dishes [...]
A life filled with life
All these people in the streets protesting against the measures proposed by the French government to raise the retirement age... A journalist wonders in Le Monde how many writers were among the protesters. Good question. [...]
Nouveau horaire au Red Earth Centre
Attention!!! À partir de vendredi 15 octobre, changement d'horaire pour nos séances au Red Earth Centre: 19h45-21h15
When divine is not divine
I've been busy since yesterday with study among peers, old comrades, friends, our teacher. We talk and talk, exchange, explore. And then a few hours ago we emerge into the afternoon and it's another beautiful [...]
programme automne/hiver 2010-2011
Paris (infos et inscriptions: zenscribe@free.fr) 2010 dimanche 17 oct. (9h30-18h): Journée de méditation samedi-dimanche 27-28 nov. (horaires à détérminer): Week-end "Zen art" 2011 dimanche 23 jan. (9h30-18h): Journée de méditation samedi-dimanche 26-27 mars (horaires à [...]
Ah, the pleasures of illusion!
Fabulous October morning bathed in sun, and in the garden the wet grass bathes my bare feet in what's left of night. The cat stays with me a moment, then trots off to her own [...]
Filled with exchanges
It's Monday. And so? And so the activity that has "occupied" me for nearly a week has come to an end. For five days, I participated in the Salon Zen in Paris, a teeming marketplace [...]
Free introduction!
For anyone and everyone interested in a brief introduction to this practice that we call Zen, I'll be at the Red Earth Centre's open house next weekend. It's free and, as always with the Wild [...]
septembre 2010
Salon Zen
Wild Flower Zen Sangha will be present for five days at the Salon Zen in Paris, from Thursday (Sept. 30) through Monday (Oct. 4). Find us at stand N3, along with Dana Sangha and Michel [...]
Sick in a free-fall
Out of nowhere, I've been hit with a bad head cold. Or so I think it "comes" from nowhere! What a funny notion! Nonetheless, it's here. And it's such a beautiful Indian summer in Paris! [...]
Part of the dance
Brilliant morning splashed in light. Everything above is searing blue and breathless. Below, a buoyant allure floats throughout, across and around, touching inside and out, a light breeze bearing a promise of warmth to accompany [...]
Can’t ignore it
Sometimes life in France under an outrageous government is so strange. Can't think of what other adjective could describe the bizarre acts of the so-called leaders here: people being deported because of their race, immigrants [...]
Everything says it
We came out after sitting this evening into a balmy Paris night, like Indian summer, someone said. The sidewalks were crowded and the café terraces, too, and the canal glistened. I had just talked about [...]
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