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On having never left

The other day I took from my shelf a book (plays by Sam Shepard) that I have not touched for many, many years. I open it at random and out falls a postcard image of James Joyce... I look inside the cover, where I had as usual written the date of the book's purchase: 01/81. [...]

Par |2017-04-04T06:58:18+01:00janvier 26th, 2011|Textes|0 commentaire

Where are we?

We sat all together yesterday, starting out with the question, "Where are we?" It made for a fabulous morning --- the answers kept coming to me, arising one after the other: on the floor, on a cushion, under the ceiling, in front of the table, in the house, in the garden, in the living room, [...]

Par |2017-04-04T06:58:18+01:00janvier 24th, 2011|Textes|6 Commentaires

The unexpected never ceases

Winter chill upon us again here. Predictions are for snow --- in the south of France, in the back country above Nice and the Côte d'Azur! The unexpected never ceases. How funny, then, that most of the time we wander along living within the confines of what we expect. I know that I expect the [...]

Par |2015-10-02T16:44:08+01:00janvier 20th, 2011|Textes|9 Commentaires

Witnessing change, all across the universe

I stumble across this bit of information in the newspaper, in an article about the "expansion" of the universe; the report asserts that as the universe expands, galaxies will be pulled farther and farther away from Earth: "Light emitted by such galaxies will therefore fight a losing battle to traverse the rapidly widening gulf that [...]

Par |2015-10-02T16:44:23+01:00janvier 16th, 2011|Textes|0 commentaire

Wider than the sky (in Tucson and Paris)

Heading to the post office tonight on a busy avenue crowded with vehicles and passers-by, I hear the strange call of a bird. I pause. It's coming from above, somewhere high in the bare branches of a tall tree. In the dim light I can make out what appears to be two nests and a [...]

Par |2015-10-02T16:49:13+01:00janvier 13th, 2011|Textes|0 commentaire

Let it all go and go and go

Late again. Or is it? Seems more dark, quiet, restful than late. As if the obscure slide into night brings welcome nonresistance. Which reminds me of a variation on "yes meditation" proposed by the piano maestro Keith Jarrett: “If I let my hands play, my only rules are: ‘Don’t say no to harmony, don’t say [...]

Par |2017-04-04T06:58:18+01:00janvier 9th, 2011|Textes|0 commentaire
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