Monthly Archives: September 2016

Friday,  last day in this September – It’s the last day of the last work week in September, which is, in the United States, the first month of what is called the real election race, the time when many potential … Continue reading →

Wednesday September 28  — That we endure absence, if need be, Without losing our love for each other. Without closing our doors to the unknown. Readers of these posts may have observed lately that these posts are more family-specific than … Continue reading →

Monday – September 26  — A Treasure . . . “Buy the field” People tell each other stories about what they see, and hear, and touch.  People listen to stories.   This ancient rhythm weaves humans together over and over. … Continue reading →

Friday, September 23 “the mystery that there is anything, anything at all,” Weather.com predicts a Friday and Saturday of mixed clouds and sun plus a sunny Sunday.    This Friday,  the last work day of this week, opens into its weekend. … Continue reading →

Wednesday, September 21 “this is where I want to love all the things it has taken me so long to learn to love.” This day, 109 years ago,  my grandmother brought my dad into the world with pain and courage: … Continue reading →

Monday, September 19-  ” To attach oneself to place is to surrender to it, and suffer with it.” Why post Kathleen Norris in almost the same words as last year’s September 16 post?   In September, lots of people in university … Continue reading →

Friday, September 16   “lovely as the roses are, I might rather Hide, huddled in a cave” Ordinarily, when people come to the Jesuit Residence for a few days of stillness and prayer, the house welcomes them with just that, stillness … Continue reading →

Wednesday, September 7 – “All this tripping about” Getting very busy around the university; lots of fast walking and flipping from thought to thought and task to task.  Except tomorrow morning, when the university’s sacred anointing of a new year takes the … Continue reading →

Monday September 12   Jim Wallis and Mary Oliver I am taking liberties: linking Jim Wallis, founder of the Sojourners Community in Washington DC, and Mary Oliver, a poet of many decades, without asking them.  Yesterday afternoon, I came from … Continue reading →

Friday, September 9  “Did I Miss Anything?” The end of week two of this teaching and learning year.  A deft poem giving its word’s to a teacher’s voice, and the teacher within the poem imagining the voices of students on … Continue reading →