February 21 – Rabindranath Tagore # 5<\/p>\n
Most years I come here in October, to a little town and the place of a soul friend on the south shore of Connecticut; \u00a0New England leaves are beautiful then and I can swim in the Long Island Sound about a mile away. \u00a0This year October got too busy so here I am in February among piles of snow which begin to melt; \u00a0weather.com<\/a> says it will get windy later; not as strong as the 25 mph Detroit is getting but windy enough.<\/p>\n Winter or Autumn this place welcomes me with rituals of stillness. \u00a0This is a Jesuit tradition, \u00a0take some time each year to slow your pace to notice what St. Ignatius calls your “inner disturbances” — consolations and desolations. \u00a0They elude one’s attention in busier times. \u00a0This place and my soul friend who lives and works here have the ability to welcome me whatever my inner condition. \u00a0 Winter stillness works just fine, except that it’s too cold to swim in the Sound.<\/p>\n These short work day posts are meant to offer stillness too, for a moment during busy times. \u00a0Tagore wrote Number 5 in Gitanjali<\/span>\u00a0more about short moments in busy times than about the blessings of a whole week.<\/p>\n I hope the rain and thunder and wind and wet do not beat up on your basement. \u00a0Weather.com<\/a> says Detroit will have a sunny day tomorrow. \u00a0 Have a great weekend.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n john sj<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I ask for a moment’s indulgence to sit by thy side,<\/p>\n The works that I have in hand<\/p>\n I will finish afterwards.<\/p>\n Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows<\/p>\n no rest nor respite,<\/p>\n and my work becomes an endless toil<\/p>\n in a shoreless sea of toil.<\/p>\n Now is the time to sit quiet, face to face with thee<\/p>\n and to sing dedication of life<\/p>\n in this silent and overflowing leisure.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Tagore, Gitanjali, #<\/span>\u00a05<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" February 21 – Rabindranath Tagore # 5 Most years I come here in October, to a little town and the place of a soul friend on the south shore of Connecticut; \u00a0New England leaves are beautiful then and I can … Continue reading