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janvier 2012

Alone

By |janvier 12th, 2012|Categories: Textes|

A long day nearing its end is steeped in silence and dark. Now a car rumbles past outside. Now it's gone. Through an empty glass on my desk, the corner of an image appears, a [...]

Questions of evidence

By |janvier 10th, 2012|Categories: Textes|

Questions abound tonight after all the day's "evidence" has run its course: some writing work done, meals cooked and eaten, correspondence completed, conversations with the cat pursued and communications about administrative issues undertaken on the [...]

Study group/groupe d’étude

By |janvier 8th, 2012|Categories: Textes|

Starting Friday Jan. 13, The Wild Flower Zen meditation at the Red Earth Centre will include a new study group and discussion instead of a weekly talk by Amy. The evening remains open to all. [...]

décembre 2011

Winter break

By |décembre 22nd, 2011|Categories: Textes|

Time for a winter break in Paris: With holidays upon us, no sitting tomorrow night, Dec. 23, at Red Earth Centre. No sitting Monday Dec. 26 or Jan. 2, and no sitting Friday Dec. 30 [...]

The longest night, deepening

By |décembre 21st, 2011|Categories: Textes|

So much to say, so much to do. Or is there? My feet are bare, my belly full, my eyes weary. At this very moment, the longest night of the year is deepening, and with [...]

Havel’s passing

By |décembre 19th, 2011|Categories: Textes|

Just a thought tonight for Vaclav Havel, who died yesterday at the age of 75. A poet, a dissident, a (reluctant) leader, and above all, perhaps, a seemingly tireless seeker of the truth in the [...]

City lights

By |décembre 11th, 2011|Categories: Textes|

Out and about in Paris these past two days, joining the flow of humanity along crowded boulevards. This "holiday" time instills a particular energy in the activity of the city, everyone out seeking, with an [...]

Everything is in the right amount

By |décembre 8th, 2011|Categories: Textes|

After a glance at the headlines in the daily paper, I find little that compels me to read on. Surprising? Maybe, maybe not. As a journalist, I tend to keep up with the news of [...]

novembre 2011

What are you doing?

By |novembre 30th, 2011|Categories: Textes|

Much of my time these days has been spent in the so-called workaday world, just like everyone else. I've been realizing that being at the office doesn't bother me as much as I think it [...]

Gliding to a vow

By |novembre 28th, 2011|Categories: Textes|

Frenzy of activity finally gliding to a slower rhythm after weeks of high-speed intensity. Circumstances came together to create an intricate, sometimes elaborate arrangement in my life, like a colorful weave of all the various [...]

octobre 2011

(The music of) Being offline

By |octobre 30th, 2011|Categories: Textes|

Still unconnected, and therefore relying on the kindness of friends to maintain a semblance of presence on the electronic waves that wash over, around, through us all. As a result, I have discovered something like [...]

Unconnected

By |octobre 26th, 2011|Categories: Textes|

Just when I'm least expecting it... Computer crashes, perhaps fatally. A whole new world opens up, "unconnected.'' Meanwhile, notice in the dictionary that the root of the word occupy, as in "Occupy Wall Street,'' is [...]

« Seeing » Qaddafi’s end

By |octobre 23rd, 2011|Categories: Textes|

The terrible images of Qaddafi's demise on Thursday came to us, appropriately in this "connected" world, via mobile telephone. As Libyans then lined up to see his dead body, they all had their phones ready [...]

Indignation!

By |octobre 18th, 2011|Categories: Textes|

I must say that I'm not taking to the streets amid all these protests that are sweeping the world under a variety of names. And I also must say that I am pleased to see [...]

Portrait at night, with vulnerability

By |octobre 13th, 2011|Categories: Textes|

The cat is asleep beside me. Music drifts in from a café somewhere down the street. Someone calling from another part of France tonight told me he could see what looked like a full moon. [...]

Long arms, reaching nowhere

By |octobre 12th, 2011|Categories: Textes|

Watched the two remaining French Socialist candidates "debate" tonight before their final election on Sunday. A lot of this, that and the other. The most convincing one talked about her experience, from right here, about [...]

We are all 1

By |octobre 8th, 2011|Categories: Textes|

There's something starting to gather force in America these days, the "Occupy Wall Street" protest movement. On it's Web site, Occupy Wall Street explains that it "is a leaderless resistance movement with people of many [...]

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