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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.
 
Tuesday, July 01, 2003  
Various Info

I have answers to our controversial tipping (not cows, bag boys) debate. After some of you made me feel guilty about not tipping since that's what they get paid for, I had an interesting experience this evening. I've been taking my groceries out myself or tipping the ones who take them to my car since our discussion. Imagine my surprise when the bagboy said, "No, thank you" when I offered him a tip. So of course I asked him about the tipping policy and said I was confused about what to do. He said they weren't supposed to take tips and that it caused some problems. I asked what most people do, and he said most don't tip. I explained that I hadn't tipped for years until some people made me feel guilty for not doing it. He told me not to feel guilty and said they were paid to sack groceries and take them out to the car. So now I will go back to my old ways and feel fine about it. Just wanted you to know.

Apropos of nothing, I was thinking as I looked around today at the exterior of my house how the lesbian house painters never finished the job. I need to do that and get some bookcases for my room at school. If any of you have any you are planning to get rid of or know where I can get a good deal on them, please let me know. Thanks.

Our friend Scaryduck is a contributor to a book of stories that's been published recently. Go to his site and check out the information about it.

I went to Mother's cousin Annabelle Daniel's funeral today. Her grandchildren wrote memories they have of her which were read at the funeral. Very touching and meaningful. Her daughter Sue and I graduated together.

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