septembre 2010
There is no map
A long, late summer afternoon is cause for easy pleasure with whatever arises today, whether it be errands, correspondence, a lengthy phone conversation, a backache. Wind runs through the fading foliage unevenly and the sun [...]
When the tooth had to go
Had a tooth pulled today. Planned for a month and a half, it was one of those back-to-the-wall situations: Any other option would have only led to more trouble. The tooth had to go. And [...]
Immensity again
Things are quiet, the evening cool. It's a "new" month. Time to delve back in to this flow of words, set forth day by day. Again. I've been so many places these weeks, on two [...]
août 2010
Gushing forth
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 [...]
In the heart of neither here nor there
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 [...]
juillet 2010
On retreat (wherever you are)
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.
Art of life, life of art
"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 [...]
Radical plunge
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 [...]
What is your one obstacle?
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 [...]
Sweet summer night
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 [...]
Connected? Yes. And no.
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 [...]
juin 2010
In a plunge
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 [...]
It wouldn’t be it
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 [...]
Joyce’s bodhisattva on Bloomsday
Amid all this busy-ness, round and round, only one thing to say, in honor of Joyce's bodhisattva, that hero of basic goodness: Happy Bloomsday.
In the rain, dancing on and on
A roundabout discussion in the rain with a friend who is passing in the street early this morning as I head to another day at the office. The subject of structure (or lack thereof) is [...]
Louise Bourgeois and this wonderful inferno
Afternoon is hot and lazy. Breezes rise and fall almost imperceptibly. I'm surfing it, mildly. There's a wedding party honking up a ruckus in the street, then a fire truck, a bus, a car in [...]
mai 2010
Many responding as one
"As a species, we must embrace the oneness of humanity as we face global issues like pandemics, economic crises and ecological disaster. At that scale, our response must be as one.'' This is the Dalai [...]
Journée « Zen » à Paris
Le dimanche 6 juin 2010, le Red Earth Centre participe à la "Journée Zen à Paris" et donc propose une journée particulière: Sophrologie à 14h30 avec Corinne Renaudon Méditation Zen à 16h avec Amy Hollowell [...]
On the way home
In the Métro this late afternoon, a woman with two small children approaches and asks something of me. It's crowded, hot, I can't hear what she says, not even sure she's speaking French. I assume [...]
This way of sun and dust
A fabulous, marvelous, splendidly curvaceous spring day and I can't remember what caught my attention in the paper this morning, early, over weak green tea. I recall the birdsong, though, and the clear sunlight with [...]
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