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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, February 26, 2003  
Lamaze

Brian and Melissa invited me to go with them to their Lamaze class Monday night. Those of you with grown children know how much this means. Brian said they wished Paula could have stayed long enough to go with them when she was here President's Day weekend to help them fix up the baby's room. Then Brian said he thought, "Hey! I have a mother too! She might like to go." I feel like such a mother-in-law sometime. LOL They even said I could go next week, too. Having me in a class with them is at peril since they have both had the experience. Melissa and I went together to the class conducted by ABC (Alcohol Beverage Control) when we worked at Peaceful Planet, a vegan restaurant, before they started serving wine there. Servers have to have cards that show they had the training. It was really interesting, but Melissa still says I got her in trouble in the class. She was assistant manager and trained me. It was cafeteria style, so we weighed the food and operated the cash register and such as that. Brian had it worse since we took the screenwriting class together which lasted an entire semester. It's only right he should have had a worse experience since I'm his mother. I behaved during this one and will get to go again.

The class was so helpful. Some of you probably went the Lamaze route, but this was my first experience with a class. The couples were really neat. I was impressed with them and can't help feel that guys who are this involved and committed and are there for the birth will be better fathers. There have been so many positive changes since our generation had our babies. What a wonderful, healthy beginning for Brendan. I'm glad Melissa knows more about what to expect, too, and is prepared for it. They are having the baby at Summit which is relarively new, clean, easy to get into, and has a good feeling about it. I was overcome with so many emotions and am so proud of them and happy about their becoming parents. I can't talk about it without gushing and will spare you that, but it's impossible to ever imagine loving anyone as much as you do your children - until you have grandchildren.


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