Monthly Archives: May 2019

May 31 – Summer begins

Friday, May 31  –  Thomas Merton “Let no one touch this gentle sun  — In whose dark eye  — Someone is awake.” For this last poem of the academic year, I looked back to May of 2015 for a strong … Continue reading

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May 28 “Renewed Commitment of the Jesuit Refugee Service”

Tuesday,  May 28  JRS  — “Home”  Warsan Shire Thinking, on Memorial Day, about tomorrow’s post on May 28;  my remembering killed and maimed soldiers and honoring their sufferings intersected with reading a world wide letter from the Superior General of … Continue reading

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May 22 – still tulip time

May 22, 2019 “to keep his date with love” Today, a little past mid May, during an iffy spring alive with teasing weather, feels like a good day to read W. H. Auden’s puckish celebration of love’s passion and tenderness … Continue reading

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May 17 – first Friday after Commencement days – Fatemeh Keshavarz

friday after Friday, May 17 –   about very old wine and time for contemplation “My city is That cup of sunshine I can drink to the last drop And be thirsty for more.” On this first Friday of the … Continue reading

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May 15 – two for the ages — Judge Damon Keith and Jean Vanier

Wednesday, May 15, 2019 I’ve read quite a few memorials these past days in which the word “giant” appears frequently.  Both these men matter in my life, as do my university’s graduates who “walked” last Friday and Saturday. Judge Damon Keith: … Continue reading

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May 3 — “what it means to be Catholic when you’re a young liberal feminist . . . “

Pre-note: In the last three decades or so, a new theory for identifying  human life on an archaeological site treats the organic remains of flowers at a burial site as more compelling evidence of humanity than finding tools on the … Continue reading

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May 1 – Spring in Detroit, Spring in Maine

Today’s Post  – “Almost mid-May, I watch the spring come slow- ly day by day . . . ” Traveling north-south, south-north during season-changing time lets trees and ground plants show their stuff to visitors.  Readers from Detroit, where I … Continue reading

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