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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, December 10, 2002
Dinner
The cancer support group here in Dickson is having dinner together at The Front Porch tonight. Emma is coming by to drive us there. It should be fun. We're taking $10 gifts to play dirty Christmas. That reminds me of the Vanleer Elementary School Christmas parties I was fortunate enough to be invited to when Janey Thomas was principal. We went somewhere in Clarksville and had a great time. That's when Cindy Draper made so much fun of me for my giftwrapping, so I kept making it worse. Comments were made about my teaching the gifted but not doing so well with wrapping gifts. Ah, the jokes and remarks over the years! I've been given mugs with that Gary Larson cartoon about the Midvale School for the Gifted, and I have pushed doors supposed to be pulled. I guess they rubbed off on me some. Yeah, that's it. The gift I'm taking tonight has its own wrapping. I'm learning!
11:19:00 AM
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