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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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Thursday, February 27, 2003
Playing 'Possum
Last night there was a noise outside. Being the vigilant, territorial watchcat that she is, Brigit leapt from the couch, raced to the storm door leading to the patio, and investigated. I looked out the door and saw an opossum sniffing around the door. When he saw me, he waddled away a bit. I opened the door as he stopped, turned, and stared at me. S/he (to be politically correct) apparently didn't feel threatened or scared, which is good since I wasn't sure whether I did or not, so we just checked each other out. He moved on, and I closed the door since I wanted to keep Columbo and Brigit inside, so they wouldn't confront him or whatever they might do. Possums, as we call them here, are strange looking, aren't they? This is the first one I've seen this close. Possums are odd little marsupials and don't have enough fur and those tails are weird, too. Their noses are really creepy. He didn't seem to bother anything, but it made me feel funny knowing there are so many animals lurking around that I wasn't aware of here in the city limits. My yard and trees are filled with rabbits and squirrels. I read where they like swamps and wet areas - so that explains it. This winter monsoon we're having brought him closer to the house.
2:33:00 PM
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