
Rector's letter for March 2025
There are times when the light delays its coming. When days stretch on in a uniform grey, and nights seem thicker than usual. There are moments when we study, when we teach, when we search — with the quiet intuition that something is there, near at hand, yet still veiled. April is the season of passage: between winter and spring, shadow and light, what fades and what begins. Nothing is yet visible, and yet everything is already in bud. The sap is rising once more. And weary or anxious spirits begin to stir again, gathering new momentum.