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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.

octobre 2010

A life filled with life

Par |2015-10-02T17:20:39+01:00octobre 14th, 2010|Textes|

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. And how many Zen teachers? The writer's life knows no age. A Zen life, too, is ageless. What does it [...]

When divine is not divine

Par |2015-10-02T17:21:02+01:00octobre 11th, 2010|Textes|

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 day. I think, "Divine!" Then I think, "Divine?" The words escape me in the brilliant sun, suddenly, like the truck [...]

programme automne/hiver 2010-2011

Par |2015-10-12T16:19:00+01:00octobre 9th, 2010|Textes|

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 détérminer): Week-end "Zen art" dimanche 8 mai (9h30-18h): Journée de méditation dimanche 19 juin (9h30-18h): Journée de méditation 20-27 août: [...]

Ah, the pleasures of illusion!

Par |2017-04-04T06:58:19+01:00octobre 8th, 2010|Textes|

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 secret frontiers. Seems we've been granted another reprieve from the inexorable descent of summer. Ah, the pleasures of illusion! The [...]

Filled with exchanges

Par |2015-10-02T11:37:47+01:00octobre 4th, 2010|Textes|

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 of seekers and sellers. It was a souk, with stand after stand of goods on display. A brisk trade ensued. [...]

Free introduction!

Par |2015-10-12T16:19:09+01:00octobre 2nd, 2010|Textes|

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 Flower Sangha, anything is possible! PORTES OUVERTES RED EARTH CENTRE samedi 9 octobre 2010 cours et présentations gratuits de 13H [...]

septembre 2010

Salon Zen

Par |2015-10-12T16:19:53+01:00septembre 26th, 2010|Textes|

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 Dubois's Way of the Heart Sangha. In addition, I'll be giving a talk there ("Le voyage Zen au coeur de [...]

Sick in a free-fall

Par |2015-10-02T11:41:47+01:00septembre 22nd, 2010|Textes|

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! My nose is running, my eyes are red. I sneeze and sneeze and sneeze. Nothing extraordinary, the usual symptoms. Yet [...]

Part of the dance

Par |2015-10-02T11:43:01+01:00septembre 19th, 2010|Textes|

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 the approach of noon. So many words could fit here. I sprawl among them, welcome them, bask in them. I [...]

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