Walking home from Church,Jakarta, Indonesia I could still hear the singing that reminds me of butterflies- rising on the delicate colors of hope and humble praise when I teased outthe sweet thread of jasminefrom the rough woven clothof hard living worn by the manselling hot steamed musselsand clacking his stickagainst the cart. He passed as…

Dalam nama Bapa, dan Putera, dan Roh Kudus…. (In the name of the Father and of the son and of the Holy Spirit…) I renewed my vows in Indonesian yesterday!  It was a beautiful celebration of the Feast of the Sacred Heart…we had mass in the house here with the entire area minus two who…

I am sitting in a kitchen not my own…in a city not my own…in a state not my own… and yet, as I head out into the coming Adventure, I am feeling quite at home. These last days have been days filled with walking for miles each afternoon, long morning thinks accompanied by a strong mug…

Of late, I have spent some considerable time thinking about and engaged in preparations for various things:  helping other faculty and staff prepare for the end of the school year craziness; creating a morning prayer for our provincial assembly this summer; getting the library ready for its summer rest–checking in and shelving all returned materials,…

It began as an issue of volume when second graders were reading aloud in the global studies class I co-teach.  It became a remarkable conversation on the power of an individual voice and using that power well. I have been without my regular speaking voice for about two weeks now…what I do have is at…