Enso, cooking, walking on 8th March
ce qui relie est dans nos bols
Souvenir de C., souvenir de la poésie de Philippe Jaccottet.
Gratitude envers eux deux.
"(...) la mort, prochaine ou vague selon son désir,
soit l'aliment de la lumière inépuisable."
Philippe Jacottet, Que la fin nous illumine
Fin d’un cycle
dans mes bols
les saveurs partagées
la septième: espace
et temps confondus.
Droit à travers la sangha
va le bol vide
traces recueillies renouvelées
fin d’un hiver, éternel sourire
coeur allégé - grâciée
au bout de sept fois sept lunes
Je me relève; nous resterons
49 days after Caroline’s passing, we sat to honor her soul.
I was moved by the simplicity with which she invited me to a retreat a few months ago though we did not know each other at all.
We shared the cooking around our tenzo during the whole week end.
We shared our bowls, our laughs, our souls, the ocean’s air.
I think I once more appeared as the wild animal of the tribe, but I had been in the tribe - which is quite a rare fact to underline it. As usually I spent much time alone but did not get uncomfortable as I also took the time to listen and share on one to one (my favorite way to talk to people, far from the gatherings).
Thanks to zen, thanks to cooking, I had the chance to meet a few people who also love to practice by sitting and preparing meals in a spirit of simply being here and now, embracing all our unknowns, from the cupboards to the hearts.
So we sat 49 days after her passing.
And I wrote this poem to Caroline, in an enso that echoed to me to the bowls we had been sharing not so long ago.
While nourishing ourselves, we nourish the world. And nourishing also includes weaving this kind of intimacy that allows vulnerability to flow at ease, both with loving kindness, wounded hearts releasing old or recent pains, and so many doubts…
a whole life in our bowl,
a whole world in our bowl.
When I think about the five contemplations, I also keep in mind “may we heal our intertwined souls, may we stay open and fragile, bold and proud”.
This poem also refers to this 8th March of 2020, remembering the feminist hopes that Caroline was holding tight.
I guess what I wanted to write, here, today, is just a bit about the essence of my posts: soft and strong.
I thank the day for being alive, even with my messiness, all my things going wrong right now. But still, from moment to moment, I also think about C’s smile and prayer, and I can say that “I will continue to walk to be free”.
Craving for tenderness today. Give you some of it, from my bowl to yours.
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