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</o:shapelayout></xml><![endif]--></head><body lang=EN-US link=blue vlink=purple style='word-wrap:break-word'><div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal>Hi, Steve, <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>She’s about seven feet tall, has two gigantic hounds at her side, wears tall boos, short skirt, works out like CRAZY. When she bends the bow, she always say, “Easy now. Relax. This may stretch a bit.” Despite this kindly warning, I am never ready for the “twang!”<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>How do you imagine Her. <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Nick <o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Nick Thompson<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><a href="mailto:ThompNickSon2@gmail.com"><span style='color:#0563C1'>ThompNickSon2@gmail.com</span></a><o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><a href="https://wordpress.clarku.edu/nthompson/"><span style='color:#0563C1'>https://wordpress.clarku.edu/nthompson/</span></a><o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><div style='border:none;border-top:solid #E1E1E1 1.0pt;padding:3.0pt 0in 0in 0in'><p class=MsoNormal><b>From:</b> Friam <friam-bounces@redfish.com> <b>On Behalf Of </b>Stephen Guerin<br><b>Sent:</b> Saturday, April 10, 2021 5:54 PM<br><b>To:</b> The Friday Morning Applied Complexity Coffee Group <friam@redfish.com><br><b>Subject:</b> Re: [FRIAM] Instructional scaffolding - Wikipedia<o:p></o:p></p></div><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><p class=MsoNormal>On Sat, Apr 10, 2021 at 5:48 PM <<a href="mailto:thompnickson2@gmail.com">thompnickson2@gmail.com</a>> wrote:<o:p></o:p></p></div></div></div></div></div></div><div><blockquote style='border:none;border-left:solid #CCCCCC 1.0pt;padding:0in 0in 0in 6.0pt;margin-left:4.8pt;margin-right:0in'><div><div><p class=MsoNormal style='mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto'>Or as Kahil Gibran once famously said: “You are the bow from which your children as arrows fly; let you bending in the hands of The Archer be for joy.”<o:p></o:p></p></div></div></blockquote><div><p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:12.0pt'><br>Nick you turned me on to this poem a couple of weeks ago and I think it's beautiful. Who/What do you understand the Archer to be? <o:p></o:p></p><div><div><div><h1 style='margin-top:0in'><i><span style='font-family:"Poets Electra Roman No 2",serif;color:#343434;font-weight:normal'>On Children<o:p></o:p></span></i></h1></div><p class=MsoNormal><span class=gmail-card-subtitle><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Segoe UI",sans-serif;color:#343434'><a href="https://poets.org/poet/kahlil-gibran" target="_self"><span style='color:#007AB3'>Kahlil Gibran</span></a></span></span><span class=gmail-dates><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Segoe UI",sans-serif;color:#343434'> - 1883-1931</span></span><span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Segoe UI",sans-serif;color:#343434'><o:p></o:p></span></p></div></div><div><div><p style='margin-top:0in'><span class=gmail-long-line><span style='font-family:"Georgia",serif;color:#343434'>And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children.</span></span><span style='font-family:"Georgia",serif;color:#343434'><br><span class=gmail-long-line> And he said:</span><br><span class=gmail-long-line> Your children are not your children.</span><br><span class=gmail-long-line> They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.</span><br><span class=gmail-long-line> They come through you but not from you,</span><br><span class=gmail-long-line> And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style='margin-top:0in;box-sizing:border-box;margin-bottom:1rem'><span class=gmail-long-line><span style='font-family:"Georgia",serif;color:#343434'> You may give them your love but not your thoughts,</span></span><span style='font-family:"Georgia",serif;color:#343434'><br><span class=gmail-long-line> For they have their own thoughts.</span><br><span class=gmail-long-line> You may house their bodies but not their souls,</span><br><span class=gmail-long-line> For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.</span><br><span class=gmail-long-line> You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.</span><br><span class=gmail-long-line> For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.</span><br><span class=gmail-long-line> You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.</span><br><span class=gmail-long-line> The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.</span><br><span class=gmail-long-line> Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;</span><br><span class=gmail-long-line> For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p></div></div></div></div></div></div></body></html>