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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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Thursday, November 21, 2002
Schedule
I've shifted my time to my natural rhythm and stay up late and sleep late. I like night and mid-day, so it works out. I'm feeling better and am ready to get out and do more again. I hear it takes a while for the energy level to increase. I'll be glad when it does.
It's another beautiful day, and the leaves are still falling all over the place! I have a patio out there under them somewhere and need to get rid of the leaves before they stain everything. It's a process that has to be repeated until they finish falling. At least there's no Spanish moss like we had in Charleston, SC. At first it looked mysterious and gothic, but later on I got really tired of it and longed for uncluttered trees again. I missed the changing seasons there as well and like having four. They have two: hot and muggy or cool and damp.
A friend told me that this blog didn't look any different from the way it was, but the print is much larger on mine. How does it look to you?
11:46:00 AM
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