Palm Sunday thoughts from a City Priest
Here are excerpts from Blog Of A City Priest’s reflection on Palm Sunday from last year: Long Gospel, huh? Why does the Church have to have all this lengthy pageantry?…
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“aiming to save mankind through a radiant display of exemplary living that would cure the world of its ills”
The opening paragraphs of Christopher Bollas’ “Meaning and Melancholia: Life in The Age of Bewilderment””: In Of Plymouth Plantation Governor Bradford (who arrived on the Mayflower) confronted the aftermath of a…
“The Convert Wants Wounds, Not Scars”, Melody S Gee
Yesterday’s Poem-A-Day from the Academy of American Poets was “The Convert Wants Wounds, Not Scars” About the Poem, Melody S Gee comments: “This is part of The Convert, a series…
1 September 1917: An Orangeman praises Fr Willie Doyle — from the “Remembering Fr Willie Doyle SJ” blog
I while back I marked the feast day of St Vincent de Paul with Fr Willie Doyle, an Irish Jesuit chaplain in World War I killed in the Battle of…
“fully absorbed in the work, and yet open to the surrounding world,, as we are not when working at a computer screen” Ursula Le Guin on handwriting
Via the THINSILENCE blog I came across this gem-like passage on handwriting from Ursula K Le Guin Remembering writing outdoors at Hedgebrook and elsewhere, I think about the human pace…
August 27th, Feast of St David Lewis, martyr and the last Welsh Jesuit for 322 years
This is the Feast of St David Lewis, a Jesuit priest and martyr killed in 1679 for being a Catholic priest: David Lewis was born in Abergavenny in the year…
Meáchan Rudaí/ The Shape of Things a poem by Liam Ó Muirthile set to music by The Gloaming
The Gloaming are something of a traditional Irish music supergroup, infused with something of a post-classical/Indie sensibility. They comprise fiddler Martin Hayes, guitarist Dennis Cahill, veteran Sean Nos singer, Iarla Ó Lionáird, fiddler Caoimhín…
The Stepping Stones to Eternity — from Flowering Poverello
From the Flowering Poverello blog, a poetry sequence which, for some reason, especially resonated. I will let it speak for itself, except the resonance began with the opening lines “I…
Séamus Sweeney 