Oh this is a truly a miracle baby. She is only nine weeks along but we are
so anxious. My family is small my brother is 62 I am 52 one niece she is 31
pregnant my nephew 37. So this baby will be spoiled. As a psychologist I
know we must delay gratification. This child will never know that. My
brother is wealthy the mother is a stock broker and for me it is my heir.
Pat
----- Original Message -----
From: G.F. Phillips <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Tuesday, September 18, 2001 10:17 AM
Subject: Re: A poem by Rumi that speaks to today
> Dear Pat
> This reminds me that RD Laing once said 'Do not despair, each new born
baby
> is a potential prophet' Congratulations to your niece and of course YOU.
> Best
> Gerald
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Patricia Rauch <[log in to unmask]>
> To: [log in to unmask] <[log in to unmask]>
> Date: 18 September 2001 12:14
> Subject: Re: A poem by Rumi that speaks to today
>
>
> >To all in the group
> >Thanks for the poem because dancing we are in my family. My niece who had
a
> >partial hysterectomy when she was twelve they left her uterus in tact, a
> >fallopian tube and 1/4 of an ovary. SHE IS 9 WEEKS PREGNANT. Dance we are
> >all jumping for joy.
> >Pat
> >----- Original Message -----
> >From: Danielle Fraenkel <[log in to unmask]>
> >To: <[log in to unmask]>
> >Sent: Monday, September 17, 2001 10:37 PM
> >Subject: A poem by Rumi that speaks to today
> >
> >
> >> Thanks Mary, Nick, Paul, Pat, and all the others who have written to
me.
> A
> >dance/movement therapist colleague sent this poem to me. I smiled becasue
> it
> >reminded me of my wish to get all our political leaders to LivingDance.
> >Rumi's poem speaks to that dream, or should I say fantasy? Thought you
> might
> >enjoy it. Please let me know.
> >> Danielle
> >>
> >> Dance, when you're broken open.
> >> Dance, if you've torn the bandage off.
> >> Dance in the middle of fighting.
> >> Dance in your blood.
> >> Dance, when you're perfectly free.
> >> Struck, the dancers hear the tambourine inside them,
> >> as a wave turns the foam on its very top, begin.
> >> Maybe you don't hear that tambourine,
> >> all the tree leaves clapping time.
> >> Close the ears on your head that listen mostly to lies
> >> and cynical jokes.
> >> There are other things to hear and see:
> >> dance, music and a brilliant city inside the soul.
> >> -Rumi
> >>
> >> Mary R Keogh wrote:
> >>
> >> > My heart goes out to you, Danielle, in all that you and your mother
are
> >experiencing right now. I hope your mother finds the help you are
looking
> >for. What words are there for all the very deepest experiences of life?
> >The powerful acts of silence that went across Europe on Friday are
> testament
> >to that. We can only try to be there for each other in whatever way is
> >needed. Words, especially the written word, are often wholly
inadequate.
> >> > How can we express such huge feelings with the little ordinary words
of
> >everyday. As with you, the hawkish talk appalls me and I hope against
hope
> >that it will not come to an even greater horror.
> >> >
> >> > Thinking of you and wishing you peace and strength.
> >> >
> >> > Mary
> >> >
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