KT

>
>
>Thanks for letting us know, Sandra. FYI for everyone...I had a copy of that
>poem Ren was looking for and have sent it to her email.
>

Ren, I'm sorry to hear about your mother...even though you're not
listening right now, I hope you feel this good vibe being sent out.

Would someone mind posting the poem?

Tuck

KT

>
>
>A few years ago--actually, more than a few years ago--Eric (dh) was waiting
>at a stop light behind someone who finished eating something and threw the
>wadded-up wrapping out the car window.
>

I don't always have the opportunity to get out and do what Eric did, but
I *always* honk the horn and point at people and let them know that I
SAW them throw out the cigarette butt or the McDonald's bag.

They think no one is looking, so no one cares. I don't want them to
think that anymore.

Tuck

zenmomma *

>Would someone mind posting the poem?

Here it is. I think it's the one she was looking for . It's the one Lisa
Bugg sent out with her final newsletter. BTW I finally got over to
unschooling.com and it looks like Ren is going to be getting lots of copies
in her mailbox. :-/ Hope she feels cared for and not overwhelmed.

~Mary


>The Grace of Crabs
by Jan Provencial
>
>Deep calls unto deep at the noise of you waterfalls;
>all your waves and billows have gone over me.
>Psalm 42:7
>
>I've been watching sand crabs plunge into the ocean.
>They come from nowhere-up-ahead of me
>and fling themselves off the two-foot sandcliff
>sculpted by last night's high tide.
>Their clawed legs gallop like slender fingers
>running scales on a piano.
>
>The sea come to meet them,
>a bubbling rush of foam.
>On contact, the crabs pull in their claws,
>allow themselves to float and be dragged away.
>
>What violent surrender is must be to be greeted
>and held by something so immense,
>free from all attachments;
>The ache of heart-rope tied
>so tight
>around my baby son,
>who crawls oblivious toward the water,
>and to my four year-old daughter
>who, past exhaustion, runs into the waves,
>over and over,
>protected only by a pair of water wings.
>
>I snatch them back again and again.
>
>And wonder:
>will I know how to abandon
>my burrowed home in the crumbling sand
>and leap out,
>not held by gravity or love,
>forgetting all resistance ,
>to be embraced by vast deeps,
>never looking back?
>
>




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If this is the one Ren wanted, Lisa Bugg included it in her farewell letter
when she resigned unschooling.com leadership.
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My friend, Jan, had to do the final letting go this December. Her children

were given a measurable amount of time with their mother and immeasurable

gifts by her life. Those who knew her were given touches of strength and

grace. All I could wish for you in the coming new year is a smidgen of her

courage as you face your families needs of release and growth.


In tribute to my friend, Jan Provencial, I close my final newsletter with

one of her poems.
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The Grace of Crabs


Deep calls unto deep at the noise of you waterfalls;

all your waves and billows have gone over me.

Psalm 42:7


I've been watching sand crabs plunge into the ocean.

They come from nowhere-up-ahead of me

and fling themselves off the two-foot sandcliff

sculpted by last night's high tide.

Their clawed legs gallop like slender fingers

running scales on a piano.


The sea come to meet them,

a bubbling rush of foam.

On contact, the crabs pull in their claws,

allow themselves to float and be dragged away.


What violent surrender is must be to be greeted

and held by something so immense,

free from all attachments;

The ache of heart-rope tied

so tight

around my baby son,

who crawls oblivious toward the water,

and to my four year-old daughter

who, past exhaustion, runs into the waves,

over and over,

protected only by a pair of water wings.


I snatch them back again and again.


And wonder:

will I know how to abandon

my burrowed home in the crumbling sand

and leap out,

not held by gravity or love,

forgetting all resistance ,

to be embraced by vast deeps,

never looking back?



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