Monthly Archives: March 2019

Friday, March 29, 2019  “I was nine that summer . . . ” I saw & heard my first robin yesterday,  standing on the roof of our courtyard cloister walk inspecting the early morning, then leaping up into the air … Continue reading →

Wednesday, March 27, 2019 “something you already had And set it down in A new place.” This week, at least in my part of the university, feels like some settling in after 3 weeks of hammer-slammer multi-tasking.   It reminds … Continue reading →

Monday,  March 30 , 2019 “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 makes me wonder how I missed him for … Continue reading →

Friday,  March 22, 2019 In my local world, we are gathering at our university on 6 Mile Road gathering to send Sally Baker on her passing from this life and grieve an undergrad’s unanticipated death this week.  A soul friend engaging … Continue reading →

Monday, 2019  two poems for angry times Anger does best when I can bring it to stillness, when an anger’s source in grief becomes accessible to me.   There’s lots of anger in the land these days and on our … Continue reading →

A Companion Has Left Us Sally Baker Rest in Peace January 15, 1942 – March 13, 2019 Today’s Post:   Blessing in the Dust You thought the blessing would come in the staying; in casting your lot with this place, … Continue reading →

Wednesday, March 13, 2019 “To hear another’s voice, follow your own voice” This post last appeared eleven month ago, April 16, 2018 to be precise. We sibs gathered at our sister Mary’s home for her birthday. Here’s how I began … Continue reading →

Monday, March 11, 2019   “Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.” Often when I wake, sometime between 5:30 and 7:00, I pick up my iPhone 8 and whisper “weather” to … Continue reading →

Friday, March 8, 2019  “You can’t order a poem like you order a taco.” “poems hide. In the bottoms of our shoes, they are sleeping.” Last night (March 8, 2016), I sent a friend who lives in San Francisco a … Continue reading →

Ash Wednesday,   March 6,  2019   – – >  “Lent”  =  “Spring” Mardi Gras has come and gone, opening the Christian tradition to the season of prayer called “Lent.”  That word has Anglo Saxon roots and means “Spring,” the season … Continue reading →