When I was a teenager in Oregon in the 1960s, I imagined the pope would one day name me a bishop. But I went even further. I expected to become a bishop in charge of dozens of parishes. I thought I could get the red hat and robes of a cardinal, an even higher ecclesiastical honor. I wanted to wear the robes, be a leader, and make a difference in a worldwide institution. (never interested in the (literal) trappings of Catholic clergy? Google “cardinals in red robes.”)
Reality caught up with me, and I thought better of my grandiose crimson dreams.
I thought of all this today as I applauded a new brilliant but delicate golden bloom on my Bishop’s Cap (Astrophytum Myriostigma ) cactus. The shape mimics a “bishop’s hat,” also known as a mitre.
Reality caught up with me, and I thought better of my grandiose crimson dreams.
I thought of all this today as I applauded a new brilliant but delicate golden bloom on my Bishop’s Cap (Astrophytum Myriostigma ) cactus. The shape mimics a “bishop’s hat,” also known as a mitre.
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