Friday, August 25
The Jesuits here spent last evening and today at the Manresa Jesuit Retreat Center (c. 10 miles north of campus) to tell stories about the hard and lovely moments of the past year, + house keeping practices and such. Most of us were so tired we took to our guest room beds moments after our 2.5 hours of beautiful telling and listening. Back at things today though.
I’m back on campus for a wide open weekend (= YIPPEE!!)
lean post today. More Monday morning. Have a blest weekend.
p.s. 60 years ago today I walked into the Oshkosh, WI Jesuit “novitiate” to begin the attempt to enter the Jesuits. From my biased perspective, that risk has turned out all right.
Rabnindranath Tagore # 1 Gitanjali
Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure.
This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again,
and fillest it ever with fresh life.
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales,
and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart
loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine.
Ages pass, and still thou pourest,
and still there is room to fill.
“There is no way of telling strangers they are all walking around shining like the sun.”