Tick, tick, tick...
Communicated with my daughter this week, pleasant sort of thing to do in these strange times, or any time really. She perseveres with teaching the young for the love of her students and to perfect the art of managing the unmanageable. She must be convinced at this time in her life that the basis for cliché is truth and therefore, a mind is truly a terrible thing to waste. Lucky, for those students who may realize it, having a teacher with her level of dedication is a gift of chance in this country, maybe anywhere. I very much admire her willingness to suffer a teacher’s fate and the manner with which she attends to her self ordained calling. Ah, the bell rings.
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Life in the grass and branches and rain continues. The hummingbirds and fern spores are about the toil of instinct they cannot deny. Discovering those worlds again is reassuring and awe-inspiring. Love in the time of Covid.