364 Other Days
People think they are making a big contribution by voting But don’t forget—a year has 364 other days: To come together face to face To get to know each other To name the problems that…
Sorrow of Departure by Li Ch’ing-chao
To the Tune “Cutting a Flowering Plum Branch” Red lotus incense fades on The jeweled curtain. Autumn Comes again. Gently I open My silk dress and float alone On the orchid boat. Who can Take…
Before Class (Waking Up 101)
In the School of Revolutionary Mindfulness When students arrive early to class No I-Phones are anywhere to be seen In the minutes before class begins Students and teacher are sitting Breathing calmly and smiling
Share the Wealth with Maria Smith and Lindsey Weston: “Finding Our True Selves, 2,565 Miles from Home”
Maria Smith and I will share on our experience in El Salvador through the Casa de la Solidaridad program. In the spirit and anniversary of the Jesuit Martyrs we will discuss the concept of “downward…
To Do List/73
To cling not to the horrible (“Ach, my suffering, it’s so terrible… Have I told you about it this week?”) To cling not to the beautiful (“Damn! That takes my breath away!”) To light my…
Dipa Ma
We are so fortunate to be alive at this time, so many teachers to learn with and from. Here’s one: Dipa Ma who was born in East Bengal, lived for years in Burma, and spent…
SLU Is
SLU is Tony Albrecht (Law, 2009) SLU is Josh Aranda (A & S, 2009) SLU is Laura Aranda (A & S, 2010) SLU is 783 Facebook friends SLU is 14 years of life SLU is…
A Poem by Li Ch’ing-chao (Lǐ Qīngzhào)
Autumn Love “A Weary Song to a Slow Sad Tune” Search. Search. Seek. Seek. Cold. Cold. Clear. Clear. Sorrow. Sorrow. Pain. Pain. Hot flashes. Sudden chills. Stabbing pains. Slow agonies. I can find no peace.
Dear Mark
Dear Mark, Here is my reflection of Dear Layla, I thought at first that I should apologize for the scatter-brained style of writing I’m sure this letter will take. Then I thought, he probably doesn’t…
A Poem by Charles Reznikoff
My grandmother in her old age Sold barley and groats at a stall In the market place. She did not measure her cereal More carefully Than I must minutes. — The Poems Of Charles Reznikoff:…