Monthly Archives: November 2018

Friday, November 30   –    the  last day of November I’m crazy busy today but a GMH can stand by itself and bless anybody.  Who knows what intuition led Hopkins to this metaphor – – a skylark’s wild explosions … Continue reading →

Wednesday, November 28 How to explain what catches my attention when beginning the day by asking to notice what wants attention just now?   Today’s post surprised me completely. A hint showed up yesterday when a 4” x 6” card fell … Continue reading →

Monday, November 26 “and yet there are chances that come back” A friend introduced me to the poet, W. S. Merwin late in 2014;  all sorts of recognition for his poetry.  It me wonder how I’d  missed him for so … Continue reading →

Wednesday, November 21 —  last day before U.S. Thanksgiving This delicate and demanding Hopkins poem is beautiful; these days of less and lesser sun make  a sweet time for Gerard Manley Hopkins’ brilliant, understated poem about soft paced sorrow, and beauty, … Continue reading →

Monday, November 19    “The mineshaft of passion” <—->  “the well of grief” About midnight last night I opened my window to say goodnight to 6 Mile and Livernois, and the city.  Astonishing.  After some days of damp and pretty … Continue reading →

Friday, Thanksgiving break is peeking around the corner A close and dear friend, Thane Kreiner, came to visit for two days.  When a good friend comes to stay, I like to leave a note on the community bulletin board.  This is … Continue reading →

Thursday, November 15   —   a work day as days get shorter “ .  .  .  To break our logic in too long a flight, And ask us if our premises are right.” In The Spiritual Exercises  St. Ignatius teaches various … Continue reading →

Tuesday November 13   “Now is the time to sit quiet” Back from my annual Jesuit retreat, on the border between southern Massachusetts and northern Connecticut.  Breathing time and time for stillness & beauty.   The Work Day/Hard Time poetry … Continue reading →

Thursday,  November 1 “Could crowd career with conquest” I’m posting All Saints Day like a Jesuit Homie –  three Jesuits: one with whom I lived here in Detroit for years before he died, Art McGovern.  The second,   St. Alphonsus Rodriquez, lived a … Continue reading →

this is not a poem, but it’s a great story.  These tiny houses sit just west of The Lodge Expressway john sj https://www.washingtonpost.com/graphics/2018/national/tiny-houses/?hpid=hp_hp-visual-stories-desktop_no-name%3Ahomepage%2Fstory