Monthly Archives: June 2020

Monday, June 29 –   “And no his neighborhood is not like a war zone” We, who live and work in Detroit, 8 Mile Road down to the River, live with many perceptions of Detroit.  Jamaal May’s “There are Birds Here” was … Continue reading →

Friday, June 26, 2020 “to cry for a vision is a sacred task” The Lakota expression “hanblechia” means “he or she cries out for a vision.” It is the name of one of the most sacred Lakota rituals.  It begins … Continue reading →

Wednesday, June 24, 2020 “But how can they believe me? When sometimes I don’t even believe myself. Maybe it’s time to be loud.” No strong poem is ordinary;  Maria’s surely is not ordinary either.  I am proud that the “Work … Continue reading →

Monday, June 22 – Joseph A. Brown, S.J. written for a Jesuit soul friend Joshua Peters, celebrating Joshua’s ordination as a priest on June 20 of this year. And Here I Stand on Fire “two women wiped my face held … Continue reading →

From Friday May 22, 2015 – “Balancing Our Economic Realities with Our call to the Margins” – – 2015 Heartland-Delta Virtual Conference “Last evening 33 UDM women and men gathered in the Lansing Reilly front parlor area for a 3 hour conversation. … Continue reading →

Wednesday,  June 17 –  Dan Gerber, the courage we live in “How big is my heart, I wonder? How will it encompass these men dressed in black?” I’d looked at two or three poems before this one ran into me. … Continue reading →

Monday, June 15, 2020  —  summer break Pre-note: I often look back a few years to today’s date.  Some beauty requires standing still and savoring beauty in the present moment – remembering and listening, summer is a good time for both. … Continue reading →

Wednesday, June 10 These weeks of early June where I live in Michigan, do a lot of teasing.  Glorious sun with hints of warm weather to come, bringing a rash of flowers and then some gray days line up one after … Continue reading →

Monday, June 8, 2020 “Through you we eat sunlight” I had another poem queued up for today, but Laura Grace Weldon’s hymn to a Rutabaga took my imagination by storm.  No . . . perhaps not a storm, perhaps an … Continue reading →

Monday, June 5 — “you had better get / your eyes checked / or, better, still, / your diminished spirit” How many encounters could I remember if I worked at it, when someone took the trouble to tell me, bluntly … Continue reading →