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The Waking

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I cannot go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree, but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.

--Theodore Roethke


Joy's Updates - Straight from the Horse's Mouth.
Friday, October 04, 2002  

It's really rainy and windy. Several branches have blown off and are in my yard. Lili has been downgraded, too. I can't imagine what it would be like to experience a hurricane and don't want to know first-hand. I talked to some friends in Charleston, SC, after Hugo swept through and that was scary. We lived in Charleston from 1966-70 when Milton was in the submarine service. I first started teaching there at North Charleston High School. When I visited my friend Paige in Columbia and we drove to Charleston, I could tell how much things had changed because of Hugo. They had pictures all around about it, too. Our apartments where we lived looked great though. They had maintained them really well. We had a neat view of Goose Creek from the walk-way. They built a new school but still had the saying on it the old one had - Education is a possession of which man cannot be robbed. I like the idea of that and believe it. I taught there three years, and then Brian was born there in Charleston in 1969 at Roper Hospital.

I've gone from mundane posts to rambling and babbling.

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