Another busy morning here in Montreuil, where today there is sun instead of rain. My nose is running. I've already had two cups of black tea. A friend is coming soon for lunch and I have no idea what we'll eat. I'm sure we will eat, though. How fortunate we are. Thank you for [...]
Here in Montreuil, my morning on this first day of our retreat has been busy. After a short meditation session, I've been managing late registrations for the retreat in between breakfast, the usual morning routine, helping my son with some administrative stuff, Skype interviews with students... The meditation was essential. In the supreme meal (le [...]
Wet, cold and gray Sunday afternoon here in Montreuil. Today is the 100th anniversary of the end of World War I. That anniversary reminds me to bear witness to what happens when we don't see "the other" as ourselves and ourselves as "the other," as Bernie Glassman never stopped saying. Meanwhile, looking ahead to [...]
The great Bernie Glassman, one of my Zen teachers, died Sunday morning in the United States. I'm still reeling a bit, three days after the news first reached me, in Portugal, hours after the end of a retreat there. Dining with some students later that night, we raised a toast of white wine [...]
Vu lundi soir dans la rue, Paris 11, coin du passage Courtois et rue Léon Frot (traduction: Merci pour cette toile fraîche). Ce mur, en effet. Mais pas seulement: tout l'univers est une toile fraîche. Et nous sommes tous les artistes.
De retour à Montreuil après une merveilleuse semaine d'écriture et médiation dans le Limousin, au centre Dechen Choling. Toujours un immense plaisir de partager cette aventure avec d'autres personnes qui souhaitent plonger dans l'inconnu du moment présent. Les mots du maître Dogen nous ont accompagnés toute la semaine ("Etudier la voie, c’est s’étudier soi-même...") et [...]
