Yawning now at the end of the day. What went on during all these hours, from morning until night? I suppose it was what is often called "a day like any other." And yet, a long phone conversation with a dear friend was today, not any other day. A visit to the computer repairman was [...]
I come upon a headline in the morning newspaper indicating that Facebook is a closed circuit, unlike the vast openness of the greater Web. Not being a Facebook "member" (or should I say "friend"?), I wouldn't know. Hum... exactly the point... Perhaps I'll have to read the article under the headline. Meanwhile, it's the morning [...]
As summer approaches, "let me respectfully remind you..." ...about the Wild Flower Sangha's two annual summer retreats, in Portugal and in France. Now is the time to sign up, as attendance is limited in both. Portugal July 24-30 Quinta das Águias, em Rubiães – Paredes de Coura information and registration: wildflower.pt@gmail.com France Aug. 20-27 Normandy [...]
Tonight there is so much I'd like to add here. So much of the day, so much of the night. So much of the rounding about in the world, Paris, underground and above, in the newspapers and offices and meditation halls, the kitchens and hallways and restaurants, in the chambers where poets roam in miraculous [...]
We sat asking under a glass roof, "Everyone has a birth place; where is yours?" Outside, we went step by step halfway down a narrow alley and back. A neighbor entered, and, given pause, quickly was gone without pause. Regarding the "last word" of Zen, someone offered a contradiction that wasn't one. In a lounge [...]
For those in Paris, two exceptional events not to miss for anyone interested in Buddhism, art, poetry, cinema, light, darkness, form, emptiness, beauty, presence, absence, phenomena, ephemera, expressions of the ungraspable world of here and now...: a reading/performance by legendary American poet Anne Waldman on Tuesday May 4, 19h, Point Ephémère, (Métro Jaurès); bilingual, English-French [...]
Back again after more travels. By train, not plane, so was not directly subject to the ashes phenomenon. Appreciated greatly having nothing in particular to do, truly vacating. In the sunny streets of Amsterdam and along its innumerable canals, I was not so much wandering as just being where I was. Every shifting patch of [...]
All this volcanic frenzy over being grounded! And all that time we sat in Normandy under a cloudless sky by night and day, aware that "unseen" causes and effects were stirring up "disruptions" of unfathomable proportions (big and small) around the world and right where we were. And it is always thus, always. What are [...]
Off to retreat in Normandy. The news is in the details, wider and wider every moment. April is rounding a corner, turning away from a sort of stutter, from something fragile, toward something strongly fragile, without hesitation. I like that, and the sun sneaking in and out of the clouds.
There has been so much ado since Saturday about the plane crashing in a Russian forest with an array of Polish leaders, including the president, on board. There were, the news reports said, no survivors. We might say none of us are survivors (we all are dying), or we all are survivors (who dies?), including [...]
