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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, February 23, 2003
Earl's Photos
Check out Earl's photos and press release on Around the Bend (link to the left). Others are on his daughter Margaret's website also linked over there in the blue column. She has a computer business and is a good photographer herself. Interesting website.
I've mentioned that Earl and I are friends and like siblings. Our mutual friend Ann Sensing was his Sunday School teacher in Clinton, KY. Her husband Erl was editor of The Free Press and wrote a column "Through a Glass Darkly" I wish had been published in a book. They were that good. Ann and Erl were incredible people and so much fun to be around. Their son David was killed by a drunk driver when he was in medical school in Memphis in 1973. Erl never recovered from that grief and died a few years later. Somehow Ann went on and stayed in the converted church they bought when the Methodist congregations merged and built a new church. Fagan's Chapel where she lived was my family church. My grandfather helped build it. He and my grandmother were fixtures there as were their children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren who stayed in Charlotte. I went to MYF, taught the adult Sunday School class on the day the teenagers took over the duties and continued to teach it once a month for quite a while since for some reason they asked me to (this was the oldest adult class and not the "young adult class" my parents were in), and got married in this church. Ann and Erl renovated it, and she remained there with all her treasures until she died a few years ago. Her brother and his wife moved from California into it and live there now.
Ann was active, social, and funny. She cared about people and was entertaining. Paige and I made a sign for her first campaign to the County Commission since she decided she needed one. (surely she had more than one) Mother and I even campaigned for her which isn't something we did actively except for Daddy when he was a Commissioner. She won and was an intelligent representative who enjoyed what she did. We had so many good times at TPAC seeing plays, exploring various restaurants, visiting each other and carrying on about everything over a glass of wine, and talking on the phone. I loved our conversations and miss her so much. We used to fantasize about how her son David could have been my second husband and how Brian would have fit right in. He was about six years younger than I, but I told her I probably needed the head start since he was so intelligent, witty, and sharp just like his parents. Those were wistful conversations.
Earl knew her, Erl, and David when he was growing up and stayed in touch with her. When I got a computer and told Ann how much I liked email, she told me there was someone I needed to meet. Then she told me about Earl (who is called Butch in his hometown) and said our sense of humor was so much alike but that only our minds needed to meet. As usual, she was right. Earl's and my minds have gotten along really well. Nothing romantic needed to happen since we both decided we were too old for each other. That's our joke about it anyway. His daughter Amanda and I have formed a committe to keep him from traumatizing us with another wife like that last one in his third marriage! We'll never get over it! He laughs and says we tell him the same things and drive alike too. She's getting married this spring in Florida. I've been invited to go with Earl and his father. This means I'll help drive or we'll go on Amtrack so he doesn't have to white-knuckle it all the way. It should be interesting anyway.
It's raining again.
12:41:00 PM
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