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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, December 14, 2002
Deck the Tables
I compromised with myself and bought small table-top trees that already have lights and decorations. Both are two feet tall. One is in the living room and has gold decorations on it and blinking white lights. The other one in the den is fiber optic. I like the way the colors change and are festive. I'd like to keep it out all year. I also have a wreath on the door and couldn't resist getting a sign post with a deer and "Yuletide Joy" on it which is outside now. Other decorations I've had for ages have joined them, so I have decorated for Christmas. It feels good, too. The cats are fascinated but don't think of these little trees as cat toys and knock the decorations off the bottom branches of the tree the way they did with my large one. Decorating a tree with cats in the house becomes their play time anyway and makes it take twice as long to check the lights. Anything that can be dragged or rolled around the floor is fair game for them.
When I'm not feeling that great, my tree decorating phobia comes back. For some reason, it just seems overwhelming to get out the tree, lights, decorations, and take all that time putting them on the tree only to have to take it all back down again. These little trees are manageable and easier to deal with. Some things are more fun to do with and for someone, like cooking.
People said to go to those discount places to find a tree like I wanted, so I went to Big Lots, Fred's, Dollar General, and other places that I don't go to regularly. After seeing some of the prices, I need to though! The real reason I don't shop there is that the conversations I overhear aren't as interesting as the ones yuppies have, but either way I think of it as gathering material. The first conversation I heard was to a young redneckish guy from a girl who asked him, "Are you a daddy yet?" He told her he had been for four months now and that "he'd growed real big now." Next a man growled to his wife, "I never heard of mirror tiles before," to which she explained, "They go on the wall." Then as I checked out, the woman with bleached hair in need of retouching and bad teeth asked me if I'd "ever had strawberry cream cheese on them ginger snaps - it's real good." I told her it sounded good and did they sell it there. She said unfortunately no and then added, "You don't have to get Philadelphia's - you can get a cheaper kind. It's still good, Sweetheart." Then when I left, "Merry Christmas, Hon."
Admit it, we're all snobs about something. I am about education, which should make you feel better since that's my career. I've tried to help stomp out ignorance, but some of those conversations make me think I needed clown shoes.
11:57:00 AM
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