The entire time I was reading this I wanted to raise my hand and point out another use of the word “ward”. In locks, wards are obstructions built into the lock. The key needs to be cut to pass around these obstructions to turn and unlock the lock. It seemed kind of a wild turn to what you were saying. The wards themselves being the obstructions.
The whole meditation was beautiful. I also thought about seeing vs. watching a poem. It takes a certain type of concentration to “see”
A poem, and let it in. Sometimes I find myself “watching” a poem.
I especially love the poet as arranger of words, and the magic that accompanies the skill. I have a friend who is a florist who works wonders, and this was spot on.
I enjoyed this weeks offering immensely! Thanks as always!
Who says poetry can't be an agent of change - this poem (and your notes) can open the door to a new authentic life. "And so I am thinking of that. I am thinking of how a ward is someone who is watched, and I am thinking of how watching someone is different than seeing them, which is a precursor to knowing them. " Thank you 🙌🙌
The entire time I was reading this I wanted to raise my hand and point out another use of the word “ward”. In locks, wards are obstructions built into the lock. The key needs to be cut to pass around these obstructions to turn and unlock the lock. It seemed kind of a wild turn to what you were saying. The wards themselves being the obstructions.
The whole meditation was beautiful. I also thought about seeing vs. watching a poem. It takes a certain type of concentration to “see”
A poem, and let it in. Sometimes I find myself “watching” a poem.
I especially love the poet as arranger of words, and the magic that accompanies the skill. I have a friend who is a florist who works wonders, and this was spot on.
I enjoyed this weeks offering immensely! Thanks as always!
fascinating, that definition of a ward! truly. thanks so much for reading, and for your own thoughts. appreciate you!
Maybe my favorite of yours so far. Can't wait to read the book.
it's a gem! thank you, Rachel
A sermon as always. Parables of the biggest pizza slice. Real fucker.
I'm joining you this week, hopefully longer, in seeing, with tenderness.
Thank you, always, Devin.
thanks so much, Emily
Who says poetry can't be an agent of change - this poem (and your notes) can open the door to a new authentic life. "And so I am thinking of that. I am thinking of how a ward is someone who is watched, and I am thinking of how watching someone is different than seeing them, which is a precursor to knowing them. " Thank you 🙌🙌
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