Hopefully this is the last pic of our snowy patio. Spring #BockParty and #GoatRoast this Thursday!... http://t.co/0GepNZJVcl
— Lyon Hall (@LyonHall) March 18, 2014
Maybe spring IS on it's way! Pussy willows on DeWitt Ave. pic.twitter.com/l7CvAqwqAB
— Dairy Godmother (@DairyGodmother) March 18, 2014
First, Garr Reynolds caught me totally off guard with this video with a sting.
Then On Being followed up. Not as serious, but still with a twist.
A doctor, Rafael Campo, and three of his students discuss the importance of poetry to their work. I'm taken by the doctor's words
and I love that one of the students emphasize that the started to express her thoughts by hand after losing a patient. I respond to the expression and the depth of feeling here, but I think I've found only concern, not feeling, in my own care. How could I deepen the relationships I already have, I wonder?"To me the patient's voice, the stories they have to tell are absolutely central to the work of healing. ... The poetry of the encounter helps me to think even more effectively and more thoughtfully really about that. I feel like listening to that story and really attuning my ear to the patients voice helps me listen to their heart more clearly ."
Brain Pickings shares a 1936 recording of William Butler Yeats speaking. Looks like that PennSound archive is worth checking out.
The concluding stanzas of What the Heart Cannot Forget by Joyce Sutphen. In a decidedly unpoetic way, the image reminds me of the way my body feels when someone helps me exercise long unused muscles.
And the skin remembers its scars, and the bone aches
where it was broken. The feet remember the dance,
and the arms remember lifting up the child.
The heart remembers everything it loved and gave away,
everything it lost and found again, and everyone
it loved, the heart cannot forget.