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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.
Wednesday, November 06, 2002  
Hair Envy

When I was driving back from my MLD appointment, I noticed my hair (my thinning dandelion hair) in the rear view mirror while I was at a stop light. I could easily see my head through the wisps of hair. At least the wisps are evenly distributed so that my whole head looks like a wisp of hair. About the only advantage I can think of is that I don't use my blow dryer any more since it makes it worse - fuzzy instead of well, uh, less fuzzy. It takes almost no time to dry now by towel drying it. Nope, that's the only advantage I can come up with. There's no way I could even closely resemble Grace Jones or Sinead O'Connor even if it all fell out and I was bald. As much as my scalp itches, a wig would drive me crazy. Besides, I have the feeling it won't all fall out but continue to thin and look weird - as if middle age isn't enough!

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