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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.
 
Monday, January 13, 2003  
Hello Dolly!

That commercial with the daschunds is good. I also liked that one about herding kittens. Some commercials stick with us for various reasons, and we can't get the jingles out of our minds which can be really annoying.

This brings me to Saturday when I was at the seminar. The guy who gave us a tour of the studio seemed really nice and lots of fun. He'd worked for Disney and lived in quite a few places. His comments about how friendly Nashvillians are and how much he liked it there explained why he wants to make it his home and not keep relocating. One of the women asked him about his family to which he answered that he was single and available in case any of us knew anyone who might be interested. I mentioned that I like to matchmake, so he immediately wanted to talk to me. After people asked other questions and only a few of us were there, I asked, "So - how old are you and what are you looking for?" The others said that was their cue to leave and did. What's amusing is that all I did was mention I liked to match people and all of a sudden I'm a matchmaker. He answered my questions and acted hopeful I could introduce him to someone. He really does seem to be a neat guy, very tall (6' 6"), and compassionate. I keep trying to think of someone tall who would like to meet him. Later on after the seminar, a man walked up to me and asked if I knew any songwriters. I told him I did. Then he mentioned that he was a songwriter and wanted to meet one to go out with. Then I understood the power of advertising, even minimal and poor advertising. It's about perception and very much the way my IQ miraculously increased as soon as I started teaching gifted students. Funny! What's interesting is that my new matchmaking career is a sort of "those who can" type situations. Perhaps I can do for others what I can't seem to do for myself.

On a similar note, I've been thinking about how menopause is named correctly. After a certain age, women become invisible to men. For the ones who can see us, those men pause briefly and then move on.

9:39:00 PM



 
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