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no matter how many times i see this scene, it always makes me cry. “stand on our desks” more? absolutely!
- Becky
I’m with Suzanne! I always love this part. I hope everyone has someone or something they believe enough in to do this kind of a thing.
*Stands on coffee table* (That’s as close as I have to a desk, sorry.)
- Valerie
Dear Patti,
This scene kind of reminds me of a poem that a friend shared with me once, a poem by Rumi:Two Kinds of Intelligence
There are two kinds of intelligence: one acquired,
as a child in school memorizes facts and concepts
from books and from what the teacher says,
collecting information from the traditional sciences
as well as from the new sciences.With such intelligence you rise in the world.
You get ranked ahead or behind others
in regard to your competence in retaining
information. You stroll with this intelligence
in and out of fields of knowledge, getting always more
marks on your preserving tablets.There is another kind of tablet, one
already completed and preserved inside you.
A spring overflowing its springbox. A freshness
in the center of the chest. This other intelligence
does not turn yellow or stagnate. It’s fluid,
and it doesn’t move from outside to inside
through conduits of plumbing-learning.This second knowing is a fountainhead
from within you, moving out. Can I get an “amen”?
In other news, as if being thrilled with the book isn’t enough, you’ve dipped a toe into the Twitterverse! W00t!
I’ve put together some notes for Twitter Newbies, in case that’s of use: http://butwait.pbwiki.com/Twitter-Newbies-FAQ
Thank you for celebrating poetry, both written and lived.
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