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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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Sunday, January 26, 2003
Work is a four-letter word
Mother and I went to lunch today. It's been a really long time since we've eaten out after our marathon we had going on there for a while. We hadn't seen each other for a few weeks and needed to be together. It was fun commenting on people and talking about things. The weather began this morning sunny and clear but became cloudy and colder while we were out.
I've been wearing myself out trying to decide what I want to do. I really like being off and seem to recall saying even a year ago that I'd always want to do something even after I retired because I like to stay busy. Now I'm trying to think of ways to keep from going back to work. Perhaps the novelty will eventually wear off and I'll think of something, but for now, I really like being a lady who lunches.
8:32:00 PM
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