What follows is a message I delivered to the faculty and staff with whom I work at Southern Vermont College. I believe the message is relevant for all readers dedicated to the mission of higher education.
Given that March has a day dedicated to the Irish and since “The Lake Isle of Innisfree” is the most calming poem I have ever read (not to mention how perfect a work of art it is), I want to offer you all Yeats’s poem in the sincere hope that you can all enjoy the upcoming week with the knowledge that your work and our increasing collaboration, as I will enumerate, is paying huge dividends for SVC.
As you know, President Gross (LOA) wrote a recent blog decrying the silo mentality in education. I know that she is proud of the efforts you all have made to break down any silos at SVC. I also know that Senior Leaders and I are very appreciative of those efforts, which are enabling us to meet our goal of providing excellence to our students inside and outside the classroom.
- From the joint faculty and staff efforts on retention,
- To the joint faculty and staff efforts to recruit a new Registrar who will continue the dogged, dedicated, and wonderful work of our retiring Registrar,
- To the intense, new work the faculty (and staff) have undertaken in curriculum deliberations, in rank and promotion proceedings, for institutional review, and for academic standards and policy,
- To the ongoing professional development everyone is undertaking (from traveling to Pella, Iowa, to better understand the new Study Abroad relationship Central College to traveling to the professional meetings held in many locations across the country and including the local presentations faculty and staff have and will deliver,
- To all we are doing to recruit new students and to improve the quality of campus life for continuing students, and
- To every activity all of you take 24/7 for SVC,
THANK YOU, and please enjoy this verse:
The Lake Isle at Innisfree (1892)
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.