Monthly Archives: April 2010

My object in living is to unite. 7

Happy Poem in Your Pocket Day! Today I am carrying around the last stanza of Robert Frost’s “Two Tramps in Mud Time.” But yield who will to their separation, My object in living is to unite My avocation and my vocation As my two eyes make one in sight. Only where love and need are […]

A Jesuit Off-Broadway: Center Stage with Jesus, Judas, and Life’s Big Questions by James Martin, SJ 2

A few years ago, I read Father Martin’s wonderful memoir My Life With the Saints. He commented on that original review, and he was probably the first author to ever comment on my blog, which was extremely gratifying. That’s one thing I really appreciate about the internet: it is so easy for me to get […]

Quiet in heart and eye. 3

“What We Need Is Here” by Wendell Berry Geese appear high over us, pass, and the sky closes. Abandon, as in love or sleep, holds them to their way, clear in the ancient faith: what we need is here. And we pray, not for new earth or heaven, but to be quiet in heart, and […]

credo 9

This week I was sick with one of those stomach bug things that makes you afraid that you are going to die and then afraid that you won’t. And then I went on a field trip to the grand opening of the North Carolina Museum of Art, which was lovely and wonderful for our students […]

The Button Club. 7

Remember this? Well, I don’t have to wait as long as I thought I might have to to tell you about it. Some friends and I have started a project we call The Button Club. We are working our way through How to Sew a Button and Other Nifty Things Your Grandmother Knew by Erin […]

A list for Saturday. 2

This is a bright and wonderful Saturday morning. Here are a few blog-related things that I need to wrap up and also some things that wouldn’t be long enough for their own entries. (I like longer entries. If you are going to come and visit me here on the internet, I would like to make […]

Memory holds the voice I have often heard. 2

Title quote from “Apart” by Louis Simpson and Marceline Desbordes-Valmore. Washington, DC is a weird combination of idealism and cynicism all at once. Or maybe I am the only one who feels that way. Our country was founded with beautiful words on beautiful things, but politics these days is such an ugly mess. Visiting DC, […]

Finding. 0

From the Free Verse Flickr Pool, the poem “Things We Have Lost” by Marla Alupoaicei (which I cannot find online). I focus a lot on the things, the ideals, the people I have lost. I can’t help it. I am a half-empty sort of person. (Bad news: I can’t find my bottle! It went missing […]

Life itself is grace. 4

“Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery that it is. In the boredom and pain of it no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is […]

The Postmistress by Sarah Blake 4

Last week, when we were in DC, we went to the Holocaust Museum. I didn’t know whether I would tell you anything about the Holocaust Museum, because what would one say about the experience? I can’t say that I “enjoyed” it. But I do think it’s set up very well and it’s extremely moving. I […]

Practice resurrection. 4

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front by Wendell Berry Love the quick profit, the annual raise, vacation with pay. Want more of everything ready-made. Be afraid to know your neighbors and to die. And you will have a window in your head. Not even your future will be a mystery any more. Your mind will […]

Good things in March. 2

Sorry my good things are late! We were on vacation, and I had my other posts scheduled. But I needed to finish March’s good things before I could post them. So here they are. As we have been doing, post your link in the comments for our monthly celebration of good things! (Full disclosure: this […]

beautiful scandalous miraculous 3

http://www.flickr.com/photos/bitzcelt/ / CC BY-NC-ND 2.0 Go on up to the mountain of mercy To the crimson perpetual tide Kneel down on the shore Be thirsty no more Go under and be purified Follow Christ to the holy mountain Sinner sorry and wrecked by the fall Cleanse your heart and your soul In the fountain that […]

On an April day. 1

“In April” by James Hearst This I saw on an April day: Warm rain spilt from a sun-lined cloud, A sky-flung wave of gold at evening, And a cock pheasant treading a dusty path Shy and proud. And this I found in an April field: A new white calf in the sun at noon, A […]