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August 2007 |
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Less Is More When P.L. Travers, the author of Mary Poppins, was a young woman, she traveled by train to Ireland to see the venerable old poet W.B. Yeats. Before she arrived at his home she decided to bring him a gift. She found a boatman and got him to agree to take her to the Isle of Innisfree, where she collected several large branches of rowan (a tree that in ancient times was thought to have magical properties and was used to make magic wands and Druid walking sticks) to take as her gift. As she made her way back to the train car she got caught in a storm and she struggled to maintain the colossus of branches. With difficulty, she made her way finally to the poet’s door. A maid, startled by the young woman’s drenched and bedraggled appearance, took her in and dried her clothes by the fire. Travers, young and embarrassed, was planning how to escape and skip seeing the famous poet. She was just about to beg off when the maid returned and said that Yeats was ready to receive her. Travers ascended the stairs and at the top met a "grandfatherly Yeats who proudly showed her the egg his canary had just laid." The two began to talk, and as they did, Travers noticed a small vase on his desk with just a snip of the great pile of branches she had dragged in. "That’s when I learned," Travers said, "that you can say more with less."
We all know people who seem to rush from one thing to the next
without ever being able to settle into a moment. Why is this such a destructive
mode? The main reason is that when you are constantly in motion you rarely have
the time or energy to process your life and what is happening.
It All Depends On Your Point of View A class for aspiring psychiatrists was being
held and the topic of the day was emotional extremes. "To establish some
parameters," said the professor to a student from Ohio, "What is the opposite of
joy?"
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