by Katharine Kaufman | Nov 28, 2019 | today
The temple bell is done But the sound keeps ringing Out of the flowers ~ Matsuo Bashō The particular movements are familiar. Hug ground stretch and throw a leg over, curl up to sit. Melt down again. Hello moving body. Hello studio walls, torso, arms,...
by Katharine Kaufman | Oct 16, 2019 | today
So you should view this fleeting world — A star at dawn, a bubble in a stream, A flash of lightening in a summer cloud, A flickering lamp, a phantom, and a dream. ~ The Diamond Sutra Sunday afternoon I attended a celebration of life ceremony for a...
by Katharine Kaufman | Sep 24, 2019 | today
In 2001 Thanksgiving Day Steve and I drive East on 66. I was nervous to meet Steve’s Aunts and uncle and cousins, and nieces and their close friends. So we drive down the road and listen to all of Alice’s restaurant on the radio first. I carry my bowl of...
by Katharine Kaufman | Sep 4, 2019 | today
Holding a space for writing is similar to teaching choreography and improvisation. I have the luxury of no syllabus. I lie in bed the morning of the class and imagine each person. I think of their writing styles and desires. I think of what we have been working on,...
by Katharine Kaufman | Aug 21, 2019 | today
Ordinary life fits the absolute as a box and its lid. The absolute works together with the relative like two arrows meeting in mid-air. * Sandokai Harmony of Difference and Sameness by Shitou Xiqian ...
