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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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Tuesday, November 12, 2002
Leaves
The leaves are covering everything. I need to get out there and get them off the patio. The person who mows my yard will run over them with his mower later on. We've been doing that the last few years which I prefer to raking. Too much work! Besides, I think it's part of the cycle of life for them to fall on the ground and fertilize it. Since all those leaves kill the grass, mulching helps that process.
I'm in a mood where I wish I could take everything out of my house and only bring back in what really needs to be here. I'll do a version of that one room at a time - eventually. I'm obviously not one of those people who keeps things cleared out. Letting things go doesn't come easily at all. There's a pattern emerging here that I've been paying attention to. Clutter is clogging up the flow in my house just the way that happened in my neck. It's all part of the same thing - mind/body/spiritual.
11:07:00 AM
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