It snowed this month. Not the heaviest snow I have ever seen, but still snow, with wind that bent the trees. A sort of snow squall. And here in a suburb of New York City, on the ninth of May — May, the “pretty little month,” when the dogwoods bloom with their blood- stained white…
Editor’s note: What you are about to read is — or should be — an obvious fiction, imagining what the next Vatican synod on regional indigenous peoples might propose. And yet, with a passage in the Amazonian synod working document that speaks of living “in harmony” with “nature, in dialogue with the spirits” (IL #75),…
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