Memory holds on to such funny little details: the hat I lost at a bar on Arlington St. The ride down the grad-school elevator on Friday afternoons to meet friends. The fancy piano at the fancy lounge on which one friend played “Ain’t Misbehavin’” until a manager asked him to stop (apparently we were misbehavin’).Continue reading >>
How to slow the turning
I lay on my mat after a steamy and exhausting yoga practice on the last day of the year. The day had started with a stressful phone call ensuring that stress would follow me into the new year, and after an hour of exertion my mind had finally stopped racing. I disobeyed the teacher’s guidanceContinue reading >>
Ignatius and me in Barcelona: Companionship, reliance and faith
He was afraid that if he had a companion with him, he would lose some of that supreme trust in God, deflecting it onto his companion. – Pedro de Ribadeneira, writing of Ignatius’s travel from Manresa to Barcelona en route to the Holy Land, in The Life of Ignatius Loyola At a certain point inContinue reading >>
Born in Drive
My mother describes me as having been “born in drive”. Apparently on the first day of some toddler play group I became so excited by the promise of meeting new friends that I ran into the room screaming “Come on new friends, let’s go!” I like to be in motion, working on projects, accomplishing things.Continue reading >>
In a certain light
Behold God beholding you…and smiling. – Anthony de Mello, SJ We probably would have taken tons of pictures of Scala dei Turchi even if we hadn’t been there during the most beautiful hour just before twilight. Scala dei Turchi literally means “stair of the Turks”, and is a striking mass of limestone that juts intoContinue reading >>
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