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Enseignante Zen et poète, Sensei Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell est née et a grandi à Minneapolis, aux Etats-Unis. Arrivée en France en 1981 pour étudier la littérature et l’histoire, elle y est restée, s’installant à Paris, où elle élève ses deux enfants et gagne sa vie en tant que journaliste. The Zen teacher and poet Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell Sensei was born and raised in Minneapolis, but came to France in 1981 to study literature and history and has lived in Paris ever since, raising her two children and making a living as a journalist.

janvier 2012

Study group/groupe d’étude

Par |2015-10-02T15:48:46+01:00janvier 8th, 2012|Textes|

Starting Friday Jan. 13, The Wild Flower Zen meditation at the Red Earth Centre will include a new study group and discussion instead of a weekly talk by Amy. The evening remains open to all. The text we will begin with is: The Zen Teaching of Bodhidharma, translated by Red Pine (North Point Press) in [...]

Glad tidings for 2012: A new (wild flower) jewel in the Web

Par |2015-10-02T15:48:59+01:00janvier 2nd, 2012|Textes|

That time again, leaving and arriving, looking back, looking ahead... and so I wish you a splendid "beginning," "middle" and "end" of 2012 amid this season of endless comings and goings. May you find and share peace, wisdom and compassion in neither the old nor the new but in this very moment! Also, it's been [...]

décembre 2011

Winter break

Par |2015-10-02T15:50:44+01:00décembre 22nd, 2011|Textes|

Time for a winter break in Paris: With holidays upon us, no sitting tomorrow night, Dec. 23, at Red Earth Centre. No sitting Monday Dec. 26 or Jan. 2, and no sitting Friday Dec. 30 or Jan. 6. Schedule starts up again Monday Jan. 9 at 20h. Until then, wishing all a season of rest [...]

The longest night, deepening

Par |2015-10-02T15:51:03+01:00décembre 21st, 2011|Textes|

So much to say, so much to do. Or is there? My feet are bare, my belly full, my eyes weary. At this very moment, the longest night of the year is deepening, and with it, the night in me, too.

Havel’s passing

Par |2015-10-02T15:51:18+01:00décembre 19th, 2011|Textes|

Just a thought tonight for Vaclav Havel, who died yesterday at the age of 75. A poet, a dissident, a (reluctant) leader, and above all, perhaps, a seemingly tireless seeker of the truth in the face of denial, propaganda, hypocrisy. What better example do we have in our time of one who defended and exemplified [...]

City lights

Par |2015-10-02T15:51:31+01:00décembre 11th, 2011|Textes|

Out and about in Paris these past two days, joining the flow of humanity along crowded boulevards. This "holiday" time instills a particular energy in the activity of the city, everyone out seeking, with an eye to buy, although mostly they are not buying for themselves. How extraordinary! All this commercial frenzy so that people [...]

Everything is in the right amount

Par |2017-04-04T06:58:16+01:00décembre 8th, 2011|Textes|

After a glance at the headlines in the daily paper, I find little that compels me to read on. Surprising? Maybe, maybe not. As a journalist, I tend to keep up with the news of the day one way or another, here and there. Once that's done, I read what I want to read. Most [...]

novembre 2011

What are you doing?

Par |2015-10-02T15:52:00+01:00novembre 30th, 2011|Textes|

Much of my time these days has been spent in the so-called workaday world, just like everyone else. I've been realizing that being at the office doesn't bother me as much as I think it would, even if I would often prefer to be doing something else. Today I was particularly struck by the negativity, [...]

Gliding to a vow

Par |2015-10-02T15:55:11+01:00novembre 28th, 2011|Textes|

Frenzy of activity finally gliding to a slower rhythm after weeks of high-speed intensity. Circumstances came together to create an intricate, sometimes elaborate arrangement in my life, like a colorful weave of all the various strands of my being, or all the various parts rising to a crescendo. Quite marvelous, although not always easy. And [...]

Poets Live

Par |2015-02-25T17:36:16+01:00novembre 21st, 2011|Poésie|

All those in Paris tomorrow night: I'll be launching the release of my new chapbook, "Peneloping," published by corrupt press. Come hear me read! Poets Live 22 November with Ian Monk, Amy Hollowell and Megan Fernandes. At 19h downstairs at Carr's Pub, 1 rue de Mont-Thabor, 75001 Paris. Metro Tuileries. Admission free. If you can't [...]

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