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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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Monday, March 17, 2003
Happy St. Patrick's Day
Feast or famine on my blog lately, I just noticed. I actually managed some physical labor today and raked leaves away from the buttercups. Imagine that! In honor of the day, I cleaned and arranged my patio furniture. (Paddy O'Furniture! Get it? Hahahahaha!) My apologies. I was taken over by my evil punster side and got carried away. Sometimes I'm really not as funny as I think I am.
Saturday I went to the Bellevue Public Library to return books on tape (and CD). Books can be returned to any of the branches, which is convenient. I'm so glad Emma told me about being able to get a Nashville library card when we live outside the county. My favorite one is the downtown main library. I might start going there regularly and hanging out. It's becoming clearer to me that I need to be independently wealthy. I didn't plan things well somehow, but it would take less to make me independently wealthy than it would many others. All I need are the simple things - a house with enough room to keep my books and have company, computers, music, TV, central heat and a/c, a dishwasher, and the means to travel fairly often. I have found a niche between the jet set and trailer trash that is comfortable for me. Middle class is where I'm at home. I just need to find a way to manage this without going back to work. My pension isn't enough to support me in the fashion to which I'd like to become accustomed, so I suppose I must find a job soon.
I met my friend Linda at Calypso after the library. We had a good time talking and enjoy the food there.
Yesterday Mother and I went to see Steel Magnolias at the theater on 70W - Patchwork Players. We enjoyed seeing a lot of people we know and the performance, too. They are doing Pirates of Penzance next which sounds as if it will be a different kind of production of it from the usual. I saw it in London at the Palladium. I want to go back and stay a while. (there's that independent wealth fantasy again) My photo album from the trip has the usual tourist photos in it but also a tour of the bathrooms of Europe. I was fascinated by the various styles of showers and tubs but mostly by all the creative ways there are to flush a toilet. (perhaps I need to work in the bath section of Lowe's) It's interesting how the hotels had no washcloths. There were bath towels and hand towels, but no washcloths. Why is this? Don't Europeans use them? Or just not in hotels? I'm taking my own the next time I go there. There aren't many shower curtains either, so I got water in the whole bathroom. This reminds me of something Stephen Fry said when he hosted the BAFTA's. He mentioned something about igloos and then said ig-bathrooms as the Americans call them. I thought that was funny. I wonder if they have those low-flow toilets there that I hate so much. And how did I manage to digress into this topic again? I worry about myself OR could think of it as stream-of-consciousness which brings us back to the Irish and James Joyce. There's often a method to my babbling even though it makes some people dizzy.
So ... how are you doing? Haloscan is messing with the comments again. I checked their site, and they said they would have them restored, but like last time, not all of them have returned. You know how thrilled I am to get them and don't want them deleted.
1:10:00 PM
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