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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
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Joy's Updates - Straight from the Horse's Mouth.
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Saturday, November 23, 2002
Censorship
I just talked to Butch. He's home and watching the UT-VU game. He's sore but feels good. Mostly he was upset about missing the opening day of deer season. Unless something bad happens (which to me this was), he said he prefers that I don't write about him on here, so I'm going to honor his wishes and not do it again. The problem is that our definition of what is bad seems to differ, nevertheless I'll do my best to comply.
Emma and I had a good time yesterday. At lunch she told me to check out the guy with a haircut like Columbo's. It really was. I think Columbo likes the short hair cut. It's tempting to consider having this done annually. Summer would be a better time so he won't get cold. I'm beginning to think I need to get out more and be around people. I've become a cliche.
This isn't a day I've wanted to interact much, though. I've enjoyed being home. I'm sort of tired or something today and haven't wanted to do much.
12:18:00 PM
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