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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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Tuesday, April 01, 2003
Picky
Over the years I've had conversations with others about food and drink. Who hasn't? Some of them find it strange that I prefer tea and coffee straight with no sugar, honey, cream, milk, or such as that in it because it's like drinking syrup to me and grosses me out - not as much as even the thought of drinking milk, though. I've hated it all my life and am shuddering now thinking about it. Horrible stuff!! Sweet iced tea, a staple of Southern drink, is not for me. I prefer water with some lemon or lime in it. It's odd because I really like sweets and prefer my sugar in its most fattening form - in chocolate, caramel, and anything decadent and sinfully rich. Maybe I don't want my drink competing with the food unless it's something fizzy with pizza - the "z" factor. I finally broke my addiction to Diet Coke because of the dangers of aspertame. (Thank you, Gena and your nephew Jess) Still I do crave some carbonated caffeine of the battery acid variety at times.
12:21:00 PM
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