Back again, night (slow and late)

Back again, night (slow and late)

Almost feels like I never left. I felt so much "here" wherever I was. And yet... New York is a big, hard, tall city, without round edges or cushions, constantly busy and in motion. It is known as the city that never sleeps, after all. Although sometimes I think it is really the city that [...]

Par |2015-10-02T16:20:07+01:00mai 26th, 2011|Textes|0 commentaire

Velvet, violet, here, there, everywhere

Moonlight on the canal as we left sitting tonight. Lovely, easy, quiet evening in spring. Dark, yet not dark, almost a velvety violet. Meanwhile... Heading off to America tomorrow, leaving the "old" continent behind for 10 days. Always have mixed feelings about travels, about coming and going, about stepping away from "home,'' even if for [...]

Par |2015-10-02T16:20:21+01:00mai 13th, 2011|Textes|1 Commentaire

Action and actor, justice and compassion

Inundated as we are with carefully crafted information since the killing of Osama Bin Laden, what has emerged at the very least is a clear picture of everyone trying to give their meaning to the story. As a journalist, I know something about how such events take on a life of their own, fueled by [...]

Par |2015-10-02T16:23:15+01:00mai 11th, 2011|Textes|1 Commentaire

Merci (The Red Wheelbarrow)

Merci à tous ceux qui sont venus à la lecture ce soir à la librairie The Red Wheelbarrow. J'apprécie avec gratitude votre soutien de mon "travail" dans ce champs poètique, qui, comme notre pratique Zen, est un des rares champs restants qui échape aux "chiffres" qui dominent notre monde contemporaine. A thank you to all [...]

Par |2015-10-08T17:13:59+01:00mai 9th, 2011|Poésie|2 Commentaires

Reading at The Red Wheelbarrow

For those in Paris, I'll be performing with two other poets on Monday, May 9: Paris-based poets Amy Hollowell and Pansy Maurer-Alvarez joined by poet and publisher Robert Hershon from Brooklyn for performances of their work: May 9 19h entrée libre The Red Wheelbarrow Bookstore 22, rue St. Paul, 75004 Paris Métro: St. Paul, Bastille, [...]

Par |2015-10-08T17:14:06+01:00mai 7th, 2011|Poésie|0 commentaire

Retraite de méditation en France, été 2011

Retraite de méditation Zen avec Amy Hollowell, Sensei, fondatrice de la Wild Flower Zen Sangha 20-27 août Au centre Le Tapis Vert, en Normandie Asseyez-vous et réveillez-vous! La méditation Zen est un acte de liberté. Qui que vous soyez, où que vous soyez, elle constitue un plongeon radical au coeur de la vie. Durant cette [...]

Par |2015-10-12T16:18:15+01:00mai 6th, 2011|Textes|0 commentaire

Including the killing of a killer

Discovering the killing of Osama Bin Laden this morning gave rise to a mix of emotions. Because from an "awakened" perspective of the oneness of all life, it is certainly a more complex event than the expressions of nationalistic euphoria in America would have it seem. Sure, he was what generally would qualify as a [...]

Par |2015-10-02T16:23:28+01:00mai 3rd, 2011|Textes|4 Commentaires

Enseignements en français

Enseignements donnés à Paris par Amy Hollowell Sensei.   Quitter les sentiers battus - Vendredi 28 Janvier 2011   Incarner l'évidence - Vendredi 4 Février 2011   Porter témoignage - Vendredi 25 Février 2011   Une retraite au coeur de la vie - Vendredi 4 Mars 2011   La méditation : un but en soi [...]

Par |2017-04-04T06:58:17+01:00mai 1st, 2011|La pratique Zen|0 commentaire

Being with the pomp

Yesterday in the newsroom where I work, much attention was focused for a few hours at midday on the royal wedding in London. I followed along with my colleagues, watching on a live stream on the Web or, very briefly, on the television. It was like sitting with my eyes open, just being present with [...]

Par |2017-04-04T06:58:17+01:00avril 30th, 2011|Textes|1 Commentaire

In Portugal: A dance of the heart

Returned from travels to Portugal, and find myself here at my desk again, letting words emerge. The experience over three days of sitting all together was like this cool, windy afternoon today, sun and shadow dancing with the bobbing leaves. We danced like that in our hearts, called to (re)invent our relationship to ourselves, to [...]

Par |2015-10-02T16:23:55+01:00avril 27th, 2011|Textes|3 Commentaires
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