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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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Saturday, January 17, 2004
At Least You Have Your Health
When anything happened, Mother would tell us at least we have our health. I've experienced how it is not to have my health for too long now. I'm so tired of going to doctors, having "procedures," filling out forms, worrying about test results, being asked how I feel because there's a reason for it, and needles - especially needles! I have cousins, a brother, and friends who deal with this now as well. Is this what we look forward to after a certain age? Is it a struggle to maintain adequate health in the "golden" years? Someone did say one time that it was all maintenance after 50. I guess so. I'll quit complaining and whining now but just needed to get it off my chest until next time. Then I'll whinge again. (whinge = British expression that fits here)
8:25:00 AM
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