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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, January 27, 2004
Free Sick Day
It snowed just enough for us to get out of school on one of my Tuesdays with IVs. Little did I know while sitting there looking out the window at the intermittent snow flurries that it worked out so well - a snow day but I could get out of my neighborhood and do what I had planned! If it snows too much, I can't.
What's going on with you readers? Email or comment and let me know what and how you're doing.
3:18:00 PM
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