A Poem by Yael Diplacido-Eastman
A week after your death I’m on my hot pink bike Seeing every wooly caterpillar On its way across my path The trees above are leaning forward Lamenting with a dance of Falling leaves Their…
Category: Friends
Photo Meditation/112
I’ve been reading volume four of Proust’s Selected Letters, translated into English by Joanna Kilmartin. I liked this passage from a letter to a Madame Greffulje– “When you refused me once before, you gave me…
A P.S. in a Letter from Claire
P.S. Virginia Woolf Did not go to graduate school.
My America, Our America by Fatima Rhodes
I am happy to share another reflection from Fatima Rhodes: I love working with the newcomer children. Three months ago, the majority of them didn’t know a word of English at the beginning of the…
It Was Love at First Haiku
Maria told me to contact you When you were fresh back from El Salvador And perhaps needing another shoulder to lean on After re-entering this meshugah militarized greed culture There we sat at a table…
A Declaration by Fatima
My friend Fatima Rhodes shared this with me, and I am happy to share it here. America, I have been talking to you a lot lately. This one is for you. I will register…
Share the Wealth with Jessie Sarber: Tired & Inspired
I’m in my late twenties, and I’m deep in the Struggle. A lot of people my age are in it too (though it’s definitely not unique to us): wanting to do something fulfilling with your…
The Holy Texture of Life (Hold It All)
By chance yesterday I came across the following reflection by Emily Warming from 2007, when she was in a Justice and Peace Senior Seminar with Roger Bergman at Creighton University. I have been blessed and…
Wilder Love by April Ulinski
Started rereading The Book of Mev last night. Partially because I needed her reminder that being academic does not mean being disengaged from the world and from the people behind all those ideas. Also because…
Gathas Written at Northwest Coffee, 11.9.2016
1. Breathing in, all this toxicity Breathing out, compassion is available 2. Breathing in, noticing this state of being stunned Breathing out, realizing this state is impermanent 3. Breathing in my friends’ despair Breathing out:…