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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, March 27, 2003
Grrr
My mail problems are not solved yet. Still working on it. Male problems are non-existent since so are the males! I was sadly correct when I explained on here about menopause and how women are invisible after a certain point. Men pause, glance, don't see me, and then move on. Now I'm a cliche with cats. It could be worse and has been actually.
You know, this invisible thing has its advantages. When asked which superhuman quality we'd most like to have, some of us did reply that we'd like to be invisible. Be careful what you wish for! At times I feel like a spy who can mingle unnoticed by the masses and gather information. Not much of it I care to hear, but that's beside the point. It might one day come in handy. I use it for my amusement most of the time since I have this idea that people are out there to entertain me. This is why I do not, however, watch reality TV. They know they are being watched. I'm beginning to wonder just how abby-normal this is. I've always been this way and learned about people-watching and making up stories about them from my mother and aunt. Maybe you shouldn't tell anyone.
MOAT
A friend gave me some articles to read about choosing toilets. Thanks very much for them! Wish I'd read these before I got the low-flow toilet from hell that must be the diva drama queen of them all because of all the attention it requires. I really hate it. Low-flow = high maintenance. Now that I'm armed with this new information, I'll try to make a better choice when I replace this one - which is a nicer way of saying it than how I feel - smashing it to porcelain bits and sending them to the EPA. Or perhaps a better use of the MOAB would be to take all those toilets, stack them up, and bomb them to oblivion.
12:03:00 PM
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