Why, yes, there is. I made it, folks. I'm Dr. Miles as of this morning! Thank you for believing in me. EdD in Higher Education Leadership.
I'm out in the greenhouse at 5:30 a.m. to tell the congregation, but the cabbage plants are too sleepy to care, and the lilies have their own ambitions --- they will bloom any day now. Any day now. We have to keep believing, no matter how sad it gets in the world, and the poor souls in Italy are burying the dead every day. I read that a priest gave up his ventilator to someone younger, a stranger... and as a result, he died:
"Don Giuseppe Berardelli, 72, was the archpriest of Casnigo, a town in northern Italy about 50 miles northeast of Milan."
He Was a Priest Who Listened to Everyone
I'm listening to the magical voice of Alan Johnson at The Poet's Narrative, who is doing a live video on Facebook sharing the medical news from where he is, and mentioning how his garden soothes him. The garden has its own narrative, its story of persistence in difficult soil or too much rain or not enough, or of an absent-minded gardener. (I am not the only one of those, it seems -- because there's another wonderful blogger you should meet, and she confesses to forgetting to water...).
Starlings Gather Here
And someone journaling about it...
And someone writing music about it... do listen, please. It will do your heart good. I just bought the digital album because now is a time to be buying the work of artists and musicians if we can.
Gabriel Olafs
Now, with my doctorate, am I officially an absent-minded professor?
Let's pay attention, not only to our gardens, but to each other. Let's be vigilant about our love and caring. The world needs it. And to everyone who is making sacrifices, small or large ones, you are making something bloom. Any day now.
Love from my little church in the greenhouse,
Tamara
I'm out in the greenhouse at 5:30 a.m. to tell the congregation, but the cabbage plants are too sleepy to care, and the lilies have their own ambitions --- they will bloom any day now. Any day now. We have to keep believing, no matter how sad it gets in the world, and the poor souls in Italy are burying the dead every day. I read that a priest gave up his ventilator to someone younger, a stranger... and as a result, he died:
"Don Giuseppe Berardelli, 72, was the archpriest of Casnigo, a town in northern Italy about 50 miles northeast of Milan."
He Was a Priest Who Listened to Everyone
I'm listening to the magical voice of Alan Johnson at The Poet's Narrative, who is doing a live video on Facebook sharing the medical news from where he is, and mentioning how his garden soothes him. The garden has its own narrative, its story of persistence in difficult soil or too much rain or not enough, or of an absent-minded gardener. (I am not the only one of those, it seems -- because there's another wonderful blogger you should meet, and she confesses to forgetting to water...).
Starlings Gather Here
And someone journaling about it...
Gabriel Olafs
Now, with my doctorate, am I officially an absent-minded professor?
Let's pay attention, not only to our gardens, but to each other. Let's be vigilant about our love and caring. The world needs it. And to everyone who is making sacrifices, small or large ones, you are making something bloom. Any day now.
Love from my little church in the greenhouse,
Tamara
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