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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, August 18, 2003
Revival
A friend told me about a woman he works with who refers to herself as a born-again virgin. I thought that was funny and decided to use it myself. After some reflection, it sounds too fresh - too young. Since I've become one of those old, unmarried women who lives alone with cats and was married less than ten years almost three decades ago, I suppose born-again old maid or spinster is more accurate and appropriate. So that's what I'll say instead unless I can think of some way to put a positive spin on this ... which bring us back full-circle to born-again virgin!
That reminds me ... remember those circle pins we used to wear?
7:54:00 PM
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