Most questions go unanswered.
Most efforts go unrewarded.
Most cries go unheard.
Most pleas go unheeded.
Most lessons go unlearnt.
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Shift Change.
Seeds for change.
I was reading Terry Elliott's recent blog post "Seeds for change."
It's not very long.
It contains the germ of an idea.
"It might seem a lot for a little, but what I have bought is strong signal. Seeds are information beacons. I want to know if my soil fits that info. Will it sprout readily, will it take root well, will it winter, will it tolerate the oft-wet, sandy, jackrock soil? Each seed is a small story waiting to be heard."
Terry Elliott
Seeds for change.
The idea of being attentive to a complex, fragile, ecosystem.
The faith to invest one's energy in the faint hope of something growing.
Curiosity to learn what will take root, what will sprout.
Seeds for change.
I cast out a few ideas.
A story of bilingual rock-climbing sprouted via Facebook and seeded in other fields.
A story of craft chocolate appeared in the classroom, contained in a large carrier bag.
A story of athletes kneeling was murmuring around the rooms.
Seeds for change.
The idea of being attentive to a complex, fragile, ecosystem.
The faith to invest one's energy in the perhaps faint hope of something growing.
Curiosity to learn what will take root, what will sprout.
Seeds for change.
Terry Elliott
Seeds for change pic.twitter.com/leUQOE1bON— Simon Ensor (@sensor63) September 27, 2017
Your article prompted me to search my blog to see if I could find past articles with the theme of "planting seeds". I found this one from December 2012. Some of the links are broken, so over the weekend I may update it and post it again, showing seeds that have sprouted since then. I did not know you or any of the #clmooc folk when I wrote this. Many new sprouts have taken root since then. http://tutormentor.blogspot.com/2012/12/planting-seeds-nurturing-growth.html
ReplyDeleteLove the bluegrass. It really is blue, you know, blue grass, but only on harvest moon and only after a half-pint of Jim Beam's cheapest and only if you lay flat on the ground and squint....ah, there it is. Blue. Grass. I am sure there are other ways to spy blue grass, probably the same where you live.
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