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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, January 14, 2003
Southern Exposure
One of my favorite blogs Scaryduck included a link to mine in his post today. He was writing about David Rocastle, a football player (we call it soccer) who died from NHL at the young age of 33, and mentioned that some people do survive cancer and live to write about it. If a fraction of those who read his blog, popped over and looked at mine, there would be more people in England reading it than do here in the US. I'm not sure what to think about that. I don't expect them to linger long, but if any of you drop in, let me say, "Welcome!" Thanks for stopping by! Feel free to comment or email. I'd like to hear from you.
9:12:00 PM
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