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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.
 
Wednesday, December 11, 2002  
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I found this quote and like it:

Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be.

- Clementine Paddleford

Then I thought who is Clementine Paddleford and why am I quoting someone I haven't heard of, so I googled her and found out she was a food editor. Now we know!

I also have a new question on the guest book. In the spirit of fairness, I'll answer it as well. My family I grew up in is most like a combination of those 50's TV families. Yes, really, we were a lot like Donna Reed, Father Knows Best, and Leave it to Beaver. Mother didn't wear pearls and heels while cleaning the way "June Dear" did though. Don't let this deter you from commenting. Be funny! Be proud! It's what helped make us who we are!

Perhaps Brian can describe what kind of family he grew up in better than I can. I'm trying to think if there was one on TV like ours. Not that many single-mother shows on except for One Day at a Time and Julia that I can remember. We'd have to make up something, like Bernice (from Designing Women) Brings up Calvin (of Calvin and Hobbes but who looks like Harry Potter). It's an unwieldy title but gets the point across. I always thought I was more like Mary Jo in personality (and wish I looked like Annie Potts), but Brian made a good case for Bernice, much as I hate to admit it.

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