Woodcarver Business Card – The Oxbow Episode 6

This episode gets a reference to a specific episode from Stephen Jenkinson’s book “Come of Age: The Case for Elderhood in a Time Of Trouble”. But that inspires some considerations on the history of business cards and what that has meant for commerce and community. And then the language of the business card spurs thoughts on kennings, sideways poetic language, and the many-faced names of things through a reading from the Alvissmal.

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Here, we provide a very rough transcript for your reading pleasure:

[00:00:00] Hello. And welcome back to another episode of the Oxbow, the podcast as always, those sort of informally is brought to you by primal Derma the paleo-based skincare. But I make that as trying to be a remembering of an old way of culture and remembering a connection to the living world through its connection, with a death grip.

And ancestry animals in the, like that, sounds interesting to you, you take a look@primalderma.com slash that hyphen story to find out more about it. This podcast is sort of a, not springing of that episode six. Jeez, I don’t know what to say about the last episode of there was anything to recall.

Still don’t really know how to start these episodes with no one to talk to. So I’ve picked out an envelope.

[00:01:00] Let’s take a look and see this one’s from Ottawa, Canada. Good to have a fan up there and say, you know, to the four by five green. Envelope with sort of Paisley flower sort of things, a little butterfly in the lower corner, Canada stamp with the Rockies on it, it looks like, and then a little butterfly stamp closure on the back.

Let’s take a look. Well this is a very pretty card. There’s a bird. I don’t know what kind. It is. Very colorful with a little guilt line. It’s wings and around believes that it’s sitting with this really is a pretty card inside. It says business card from the butcher of Sligo. Oh my God. I know who this is from.

And here is the business card from the butcher.

[00:02:00]  I’m sort of amazed by this. This is a two-and-a-half-inch square piece of heavy stock paper. With the handwriting on it and black ink. Wow. That says Michael cork, the woodcarver of wine street, Sligo. Who is it that frees the secret shapes? Deep, hidden in the grain of the wood who, but I 0 7 1 0 9 1 4 2 6 2 4.

Oh. I mean, this is a really bonkers specific, I mean, I’ve never been there myself, but I, wow. Okay. This is a reference to to to a true story that really happened to a friend, an elder of mine.

[00:03:00] And then Stephen Jenkinson that he talks about and he’s written about in his book. Let me just also say that this is from just read Kelly Butler, who was a dear person to me.

And I feel really lucky that she’s shown up in my corner of the world. She’s a real Lodestar for sense-making and thoughtfulness and Good humor at a time where there isn’t a, there are lots of reasons to sort of wonder if there’s a place where our thing in the world and she’s been to Sligo.

So God, I know exactly what this book is. And I’m going to read you the section, if I can. I know where it is sort of in the book. And that’s what this is from, and this is really deeply about culture. So to maybe it’ll take a minute to get the book, but let’s just give you something to. Listen to for the minute that I’m gone, let’s just look something up.

Let’s see if we can find Sligo music. It’s like a music festival, 2021.

[00:04:00] Okay. I don’t want you to just like, be here with nothing, the silence for a minute. Okay. This music’s looks terrible. That’s or I’m not playing that for you. Let’s just look up Slugger music. Okay. That looks cooler. Sligo style by Shamia Dowd doubt

will be good. We’ll see you in a minute or sorry.

Welcome to the final show and the, of started series our last chance to really get into the planning of slider style. So far, we touch on the importance of balancing rhythm using ornamentation variation, allowing the tune room to breathe, getting a rhythm and flow and the tune, and also the importance of bringing expression to.

[00:05:00] We’ve looked at Boeing’s fingerings dynamics, et cetera. Today I’ll be burying all of that in mind. I’m looking for some pearls of wisdom from Shamie or doubt, vigilant being Shamie historian is home to lots of different types of music. He’s probably well known as a rock and blues man as he is for his fiddle playing Jamie grew up a marriage.

I hope that was interesting. That was 15 seconds. ’cause I’ll never hear that. Or I, or listened to this podcast. What can I say? Jeez, come of age, the case of elderhood in a time of trouble by Stephen Jenkinson, who, if you haven’t heard of him, he was the the founder and primary instructor at the the orphan wisdom school where I’ve studied, but a scholar for a number of years Stephen Jenkinson does a remarkable wonder about.

Culture and history and grief and the literacy there in the place that we live. And he wants to Ireland and had this incredible experience with the butcher of Sligo. So let me just, the index on this thing was really good. And this, this book is about culture making for sure.

[00:06:00] On all those triples daughter, page three 70.

Fantastic near the end of the book. I sort of knew it was there. What, I mean, I’ve heard the story many times and I’ve never out, I’ve heard this for the story told, I’ve read this. I’ve never read this out loud. So this is heritance, it’s a neat scheme and perhaps it is true. It’s tempting to imagine the second half of your life as a reduced version of the first or the team version, the disconsolate version or an unnerved version, the culture that I was born into champions, vitality and novelty.

So adamantly, but the second half of anyone’s life suffers in comparison to the first, unless the second is one long payday. The prejudice that favors momentum over a moment is one that often rises when the two tasks are confused.

[00:07:00] When younger people trade in decision about the reasons for their lives for companionship, unencumbered by purpose.

When older people forego the tether of community for the freedom of self-actualization, but there is a merit to a second half of life, not free from that steeped in the labor of the first, it doesn’t reward. It’s more like employment. the radical kind here’s a story that may assist with the first project.

Over the second. And at the very least it may help with figuring out in which half you might linger, perhaps on awares awaiting your memo or whether the threshold that binds one to another is to be found should life deliver to you for safekeeping a child, and should that child, and those who sent him or her to you keeps the arrangement beyond the tender years.

And should that child come to his or her majority lucid and possessive.

[00:08:00] And mysteriously amenable to you. It may come to pass that the child is still talking to you and saying things of consequence or intrigue or solace or supplication, there was nothing in this that was guaranteed. And so it may come to you as some sort of wonder that the odds did not for foretell, especially when you consider how it may have been with you and your parents.

And when you consider the stories, you’re hearing these days about how angry young people are with older people that may incline you to gratitude of the deep running kind and interrupt the recitation of the Cantos of grievance and general decline that can gather together and gain a voice there and the second act of your allotment.

And so it came to pass that my daughter was 14 or so, and we were just done with our dinner and it came to me in that moment that she and I were in a time. Might not be repeated in the claims of whatever life awaited her.

[00:09:00] We’re not yet there when the bones of my days were clear and upright enough to bear their weight.

And when each of us was limber enough body and mind to go out on the wander. And so I asked her where she’d like to go, where do you mean she asked? And I asked her to her anywhere. Well, she realized that I didn’t mean somewhere in the neighborhood. She said in the world. Okay. And the world, if you want her to go anywhere with me soon, where would it be?

I said, so it only took her a few seconds, but the answer was sure Ireland. That’s what she said. And within a week, that’s where we were. It was her first time to anywhere in Europe. It was my first time there as a grownup with kids and responsibility. I was offered the first time I was driving with some powerful jet lag on the wrong side of the car, on the wrong side of the road, in the dark, without a map or a plan.

[00:10:00] The first roundabout we came to almost undid us. And that was without any traffic to speak of by grace alone, we found accommodation, a former Manor house turned out for tourists. My first light, we looked out the window and saw just beyond a wire fence, the bronze age, Tommy lists, the carved kerbstone spoken through the.

Cows grazing the place. It was one of the three such mountains in the area. Another of which was the rebuilt Newgrange feel. Audrey was in the air. Later that day, I met a maker of corals by the side of the road, and we compared notes on boat making for an hour by dusk. The next day we were born along by enchantment, which is to say, In our first pub with a proper pub diner before us in Sligo town.

And there I learned the mysteries and the merits of Guinness to fabled thing fully warranted. And there’s nothing I can add except to say that I’m not much of a drinker.

[00:11:00]  I never have been. So the cumulative effects of all this magic landed. And at nights nightstand, I handed my daughter the keys over her protest and trusted her with our wellbeing.

The first time driving standard is always tricky, but the challenge is swell when you’re 14 and stalling and staggering, your way across a kind of barely two lane levy and a blowing storm in the dark with the darker Atlantic on either side, waiting your father, a Washington, the grog and the glories of life in the seat beside you temporarily useless for authority.

We’re problem-solving mysteriously. We made it to our hotel. She wasn’t impressed with being put in that position. I don’t think. She must’ve been proud when she lurched into the parking lot and we were safely still the next morning down at breakfast, we were greeted by the owner, the next priest with a redolent of authority and the residue of a priestly, demeanor, and a keen this to chat up visitors.

[00:12:00] During one of the coffee refills, he gave us his take on the state of the nation.

These were the days of the Celtic tiger. When Ireland was Europe, Europe, Silicon valley, and the money was pouring in like never before. He himself was perturbed by the willingness of his neighbors to go into the massive unprecedented debt for the sake of owning holiday villas in Tunisia and the like, but more by the, as yet unpublicized spate of suicides of young men in the midst of all this promise of prosperity, he called it an epidemic and he wasn’t some way confiding in me.

We commiserated and we witnessed to the sari thing and the Lacy dining room at midnight. Took on the iron Amber hue of the strange wide world beyond by this time I was working full time in the death trade at home, up to the chin and endings of all kinds that were not my own. And the synchronous encounter with grief and mystery on this side of the Atlantic, had my daughter looking at me in some ways as if we just met.

[00:13:00] These are powerful moments when your parent is taken up by the mystery play of life before. No longer, mostly your parent, his or her way is now indistinct from the murmuring of the big story, your neat version of the thing. Now drift across the fields of last slide. An hour later, the two of us were driving down the main street of Slido.

You passed a small building on our right that might just as well have reached out and grabbed the wheel for me and rerouted. I didn’t see the place, but the season was unmistakable to anyone. Who’d have some of this burdening his feel of the purpose of his day is on and off for many years. The one way traffic pushed us along until we could find offload parking.

We doubled back on foot looking for something. My daughter now persuaded enough by these mysterious days to go along with me.

[00:14:00] It turned out to be a storefront in lime green and enamel tile Butcher shop or a former butcher shop for there in the window beneath the rails and the meat hooks where the cuts of meat or once offered, were scores of woodcarvings.

I, myself had been a Carver of keen endeavor years before there was enough synchrony of foot to oblige me through the door. The proprietor was on his side of the counter, chatting with the customer. And so we toured the place which was filled with more carving. Mercifully. They were not little bit to free form a Morphis self-expression they were little what I knew characters and stories from Irish myth and lore, which is to say that they were denizens at the place they loomed in the shadows, the place all linseed and wood dust soon enough, the customer left. And I began speaking with this butcher turned to Carver.

[00:15:00] He seemed glad to have someone. Who knew something of the craft.

And we talked shop and my daughter looked on, I admired the work and the dedication evident in the place. There was on the counter between us half curved, half carved piece of considerable growth, the biggest in the shop. And I inquired after it, it was, he said a temporary grave marker. And gravity came into his voice when, after a moment’s pause, he let on that.

It was if his name. And that it was for a son who died a fortnight ago. So you said it was fresh and every way, and the full weight of the thing settled upon us all another long pause. And the man said he was by his own hand, he died quieter. We all grew the sudden candor and quickening of the moment, probably a surprise to him.

[00:16:00] And it deepened again twice as right. That’s what the Carver said. The benediction firm and the sorrow in the room complete this world was too hard. A place for him. I, no doubt it was what this asks of a parent. I would never want to learn too closely. And what this asks, the witness was something, I was not a stranger.

Whomever leaned closer to whom I don’t remember, but we were arms on each other’s shoulders, then him weeping and me feeling the tears and the whiskers of another man’s face on my cheek for the first time. In many years, we’ve been speaking for all of 20 minutes by then, but we were parents and we were older men and we’d seen what life can do.

And it was enough. Well, where to go from.

[00:17:00] What is there to say that won’t scatter, what wonder has gathered you into, but we spoke for a little while anyway, about carving life and about life too. And I must tell you that such a time bigger as any ability you might still have to be causal or casual or can or work.

Can it did that early afternoon and still though you can’t find a good reason to do that. Incandescent as such a moment are you must leave the shop and you will, but you’ll have to pretend for awhile that you have to life has had it squared away with you again and just outside the butcher shop door on one street in Sligo, life awaits, whatever you’ll make of it, having come to you as it has all Brian and sweetness and human scaled mystery.

What’s your child on the cusp of her days of alertness looking on no longer.

[00:18:00] Sure. Whether you’re the same man who took out the garbage and then went to work and came home again and you no longer. Sure. However, we made it to the door. I don’t recall, but we did reluctant. I have my hand on the knob. I couldn’t make myself pull it open.

And the butcher turned wood Carver. And so we said something, which I know now is his way of coming around the counter and blessing my departure. He said some, a bit of advice. And without turning to him, I said, yes, sure. And he said, all Clarion and Oracle never harm a poet. Who would. Such that a caveat was needed to save them.

Still have poetry and poets are troubled and trouble.

[00:19:00] As in any sedate society, they are the plea to spare them. Harm belongs. I didn’t try to translate not Ben, but without knowing what it would ask, I did take up the oath. No, I won’t. I said still I didn’t move or. And he, and his generous way saw the, since we said, all right, then the second, never love a poet.

Neither as a person would get me out the door and into the fray. I faced the door still. And I said to him, no, I wouldn’t love a Polish, or I didn’t know how hard or how easy that might be or whatever. I’d be able to. Whether I’d already failed to, or whether I’d done so unawares or all of it, you can hear in this, the two canery of the poet and full of fact practicing upon you,

[00:20:00] what he would warn you away from a proper subversion of whatever tendency you might still have to be.

Okay. Not so much of life. Sweat nursing of us comes in threes, the way jokes of the cosmic kind of attendance. So, you know that I was at the door yet stilled, but not bleeding. And, you know, he saw those too. And he know he said the next thing, probably the only thing left to say, to get us to the other shore of our meeting, it was a mercy Unbound strained.

He said, all right, then a third and you’ll be off. Never be.

And I said all that was left to say, and I said, well, Michael it’s too late.

I don’t know where that came from. Looking back on it. Now it sounds too braggadocious something a poet might never say, but

[00:21:00] I believed it to be. So then in the intervening years seems to have been born me. I’ve seen two borne me out by that afternoon. It was certainly too late to be untried on tempered above the fray and a forerunner to the shambles.

But woodcarver, must’ve lifted as Crosier then in some, in the saints and blessed my steps where he gathered me into the meat hall of the ancient of days. And he said, yes, son it’s too late for both of us. Well, I suppose that we were both right there. I myself was dazzled and done for and Strode out into the hurl and slave the street and into my day is my daughter, my only witness then, and now to all of this, now, of course your life lapsed your memory, and I’m usually stepchild.

Nostalgia can make CPO out of your drastic days. So years went by.

[00:22:00] Some of them conducted as if such a thing never happened. As if the words were museum pieces and not marching orders. And then it was a decade. I taught her and I grew older and then I found myself in the poetry section of a used bookstore, such places should have warning signs over the stocks here, be treasure in the sunken Ark.

And I saw a book title, daddy, daddy, and the poet’s name. Paul Durkin, unknown to me. Then what an Irishman jackets. And so perhaps the maker of something considerable, the Irish not only saved civilization, they tell us, but they raised conversation to something, approaching an art form. It’s an unnerving place from which to accept a teaching gig.

I’ve done it several times, but it does crank out its poets. The book turned out to be steeped in the latter years and in the death of Jerkins Durkin’s die. And so.

[00:23:00] A few days later, I found a poem called Antwerp, 1984, an account of a train trip. He took with his aging Parkinson’s agitated father, retired from the bench.

As the poem tells you five years from his death, it seems the poet found his father to be slipping away from him, even then, whatever it was that gave him his sudden tender devotion, regardless of whatever ranker had sired their younger days to. Mr. Durkin began to make a note to the old man, which you do with him when he died and what he do with his body in particular.

And I pledge that when they fell you, when they will sell you for firewood, I will give logs of you to a woodcarver and Sligo, Michael cork of wine street, put your turned woodcarver out of which to magic statuettes of the gods and goddesses of. The Celtic data is I will wash your body and linseed oil and turpentine.

[00:24:00] I will put you in the window of his butcher shop in wine street, and I will call you by your proper name. MacDara came some of the melancholy one life wonders after us. It surely does. It goes on with us. And then without us, a few more years went along and I made for myself with my concerns. Setting off place for whatever skills on our possessed for being troubled aloud about the current regime and wonder of wonders a few years into it.

My daughter decided to join the school, letting me outgrow what she took for her father. And then the last morning of the first meeting, I’ve her class. I told that story wild and entire and VP. And she told me later that, yes though, she had little memory of it until that morning she remembered it. The whole thing now clearly has happened again.

[00:25:00] And she said, Justin, I told him just as it was that’s really undoing, makes you think of coming mortality with my own father. And it makes me think about the there’s a daughter in the world who I’ve had a hand. Pop into bring Intuit. And I think the likelihood of me ever having anything even close to that is remote.


never left a pallet with a pit poet. And so this business card, so Kelly gosh. That intersection of coming me, it looks like a grief soak. Life-affirming us on wine street and Sligo. And he made his business cards. Like I’m guessing there’s a little stock.

[00:26:00]  He just hand written all of them. I don’t know if they’re all the same or all different.

Wow. I mean, there was so much about that rather than sort of interpreted or even let that be enough for that.

This is a business card. I don’t know much about the history of business cards. I certainly know about calling cards and they look it up. See what it sounds. I mean, sure. Let’s brief history of business cards. Why not? I have no idea. Visiting cards in 15th century, China visiting cards were used to announce the holder’s intention of visiting a person or household cards would be left at the door of an important address, allowing the resident to decide whether or not they want to permit a meeting

[00:27:00] These early visiting cards, the origins of today’s business cards, and one of the first effective tools for self promotion.

That’s interesting. 17th-century calling cards. Oh, it’s just to make a guess about in 17th century Europe, these calling cards increasingly increase rapidly. Gentlemen would use their cards to contact ladies sticking to strict etiquette when presenting the car to the household. And we are awaiting a reply so important with the calling cards during this period that a person’s position in society could rest upon the strength of their cards about the maid or design card could spell disaster for the bearer.

Whereas Woody will design cards to help them climb the rungs of the social. And then trade cards are the most obvious 4runner to the business card in the late 17th century and early 18th century businesses began to use cards to unpack their locations and services generally handed out in public spaces like squares and markets.

These cards were often used to establish trade relationships and build up a company’s name.

[00:28:00] These trade cards were taken so seriously that assigned card would be considered a legally binding contract. And then the 18th and 19th centuries business card experience turn into self promotional tools. We know today made using woodcut and letter press techniques that began to be mass produced, allowing businesses to give their contact details out to potential clients, customers, and collaborators.

As the industrial revolution got into full swing, the strict etiquette surrounding the distribution of business cards loosened up, making easier for businesses to get their names out there. This is really interesting to me. I mean, this, to me says that business cards are somehow the one of many things you could use to track the, the breaking down of a village.

Because if you live in a village where basically everything you needed was there, you wouldn’t need the us business cards.

[00:29:00] Could, you know, where the, where the pusher was, you’d know where the woodcarver was. You knew who the, who the black Smith was or whatever. And there was, these were probably all practical day-to-day things, but of course, business cards means travel means travel and travelers.

It means being a foreigner. It means that your your reputation doesn’t perceive. And that you sort of need to externalize it by saying like, well, here’s a proper thing. That’s guilt or calligraphed that stands for the goodness that I am, because there’s no people to stand up for you because you’re a stranger in that place where the people who were coming to you are strangers.

So, which is not to say that business cards are bad or wrong, but just that there are, there are. That’s something has changed in the architecture of communities or they’re also a sign of course, of growth of economy as the economy to be bigger and faster to serve.

[00:30:00] You need more business because you’re traveling, et cetera.

But Michael quirks here is handwritten and it can be a short, I mean, I don’t know this for.

There’s probably just a little stock of these. He’s not going out to hand them and they’re handwritten. It’s not even calligraphed his, handwriting’s not even that good.

This seems to me a bit more of a, of an older style, particularly in the language who is it that frees the secret shapes, deep, hidden in the grain of the wood, who, but I. Of course you’ve had reminds me a little bit of the famous Michelangelo story that he’s releasing the David or the angel from inside the marble.

It’s just taking away everything. That’s that’s not that.

[00:31:00] And so maybe Michael cork is similar way that he sees the piece of wood and sees it inside of it as a particular figure and beliefs. Yeah, a Hugh himself who said that he’s it’s too late. Cause he’s a poet to writes poetically about what it is that he is doing.

That’s a function, a freer of the secret shapes

about language.

This is almost like a cat. Accounting is a poetic form. I’m sure they exist all over the world, but the term canning is one that comes from Northern European writing and like it’s a sideways way to put her definition of Kennan

[00:32:00] Kennan. Could you could one, a compound expression in old English and old Norse poetry with a metaphorical meaning example an or Steed is a ship mall.

Jeff can I, I know from Kenna to know where to perceives what you believe to Ken, things that are within or with, or outside your tent. And that’s really interesting too. So it’s a different way of knowing. I think, oh, this is really good. Okay. So one of my, yeah, because he’s speaking of himself as the freer of the secret shapes of deep, hidden deepened in the grain of the word who, but I, this is a very mysterious sideways way of talking.

One of my favorite little string of Kennings is from an old. Techs call the, pull the Elvis small let’s oh my God. This is so good. Okay, hold on. Yeah, this is really cool. Just a little section

[00:33:00] I’m gonna have this memorized, but I have a small, yup. Okay. Right. Okay. So here’s the, what the Elvis Amal is just from the, from the north ETA. And the story is named Dr. An elf named Alvis who goes to, for, to claim for his daughter as his bride, because she was promised to him, I forgot the exact story, but sort of like the broad thing, but for says, I wasn’t there to actually like, make sure this was legitimate.

So there has to be some tests that you have to pass in order for this to happen. The. Is for, for to ask all this, the, to know the many names, everything in creation, they’re called by different things. So here’s stands at 18. Answer me all this. Now knowest all dwarf of the doom of men. What call, lay the clouds that keep the rains in each and every world and Elvis replied clouds by men storm heralds by the God.

[00:34:00] Ships of wind by the veneer, hope for rain by the giants and strength of the rainstorms by the Alfie. That’s so cool. It’s different ways of from these different beings, the gods called the storm heralds, the veiny or Colton ships of wind or the cloud. Oh my God. And hope for rain by the giants. So good.

But then say that. Answer me, Alvis knowest, all dwarf and the doom of men. What called a, the, see where on men sale in each and every world. An Elvis replied see is the name used by men eternal depths by the gods, wavy ocean by the veneer and country of the eels by the giants country of the yields. I mean, come on.

It’s so. Cool.

[00:35:00] But of course the ocean is called the country of the eels. I mean, why the giants call it that I couldn’t tell you, but I love that. So what I love about Kennings is that, and what also makes me think about what this card is that this sort of sideways way of talking is not only very poetic, but it also allows things to be more than one thing.

There’s a. There’s an initial copy word for the, for the summer deer. And I’m sure I’m pronouncing this incorrectly, but at something like a Wawa cache, and that’s the name of the summer deer is the sound that the grass makes on the belly of the deer. But the winter deer has a different name. And so a Kenning, when you have something in your.

Rolling around on your job, you could say, well, the C is the eternal depths by the gods or the wavy ocean or the country of the eels.

[00:36:00]  It allows things to be flexible. The last thing is to meet the, the moment to arise, to see what the need is for the language, as opposed to the incredible definiteness of saying it’s this, and it’s only this and this, and the only way of looking at it, that’s sort of hard.

Double lined bold font that says, this is definitely the thing is a type of poetic collapse for the language users of the time. And that, of course, that heartbreak that then Michael cork talking about with never being a poet. Of course, he was saying that knowing about the heartbreak of his. And self or having to see the world in this nuanced different way and be able to have to hold all of them.

[00:37:00] Like all this could in defining these different meanings and like any good poet could, is all. Yeah. The capacity to summon poetic speech by the use of Kenyon. To know the 10,000 secret names, the three or the five, but not just to have your, I accustomed to seeing the green wall in front of you. And that green wall could be an actual wallet in a house, or it could be the field of grasses that are chest high,

but those are just two things that the green wall. That it’s not just your cap, but it’s mouse catcher, or in terminal interminable grumbler or, you know, seeker of head scratches for your cat, just to pick a thing, if I could just easily be, you know, the same names for your lover as well.

[00:38:00]  Who knows? I guess there’s something about culturally.

And be able to speak sideways and to see things through many lenses that is maybe mandatory and heartbreaking because it asks more of us to see things that way. There is a kind of rest and simplicity with this is the thing and allows us to proceed and go on and grow and go faster and say the business card is who you are and what you do.

Whispering to go a little bit slower. So maybe keeping your out for them and maybe practice your tongue towards them too, man. Kelly, thank you so much for finding this and sending it to me.

[00:39:00] This is a really treasured thing to come across is Kelly and I both have studied in the orphan wisdom school.

And so this must’ve been. Surprise and amazement to maybe even a hard thing to send to me and I’m glad to receive it. And then they look all these sorts of wonderings are views and interest to you too. So it’s one of our episode for cab with a reading from home ground language, from the American landscape edited by Barry Lopez to.

Word is narrows nature. Word of the day. And narrows narrows is frequently used as a place name to denote a constriction in a river straight valley, or pass the narrows between Staten island and Brooklyn on the Western tip of all island has been spanned by the Verrazano narrows bridge since 1964. In this lofty perch, the motorist has a magnificent Panorama of the lower and upper bays of New York.

[00:40:00] Narrow suggests often strongly great turbulent and swiftness the waters in the case of Kenyans narrows, or a downcutting slash a threat of drainage, dark bluish, dark bluish passageway knifing through the precipitous rock walls. The dramatic narrows on the Virgin river in Zion national park, Utah was brought to the world attention by John Wesley Powell.

Once a hiker enters this narrative. Unless you track, it’ll be some string before escape from its depth as possible. In some cases, the vertical walls are more than a thousand feet high, but only 20 to 50 feet apart the stream and in flood mus extreme rapidity through narrows, pushing any debris encountered before it scouring the channel cleansing at all of the smallest pieces of gravel.

Let’s just connect to last week’s picture of antelope canyon, which definitely narrows when ran through. That’s really cool.

[00:41:00] Man, narrows, look for them in your world. Use them in your poetry or in your tongue. Thanks so much at all. See ya. Next time.




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