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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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Thursday, March 18, 2004  
Department of Excuses

Since I've often said I could write a book titled 1001 Cop-Outs for Any Occasion, I've managed to come up with an excuse every day not to work on the house. Monday I had a dentist appointment and then visited Melissa and Brendan, as you know. I took a nap when I got back because I could, I suppose. Tuesday I had an appointment with the internist I like so much, David Ross. I had to go early to get bloodwork done and then return at 10:00 for my appointment. There were errands to run and conversations to have at Kroger. The mother of a close friend from school died, so I went to the funeral home. Afterwards, I had dinner with some friends and stayed to visit. Wednesday I went to the funeral, and then Mother and I went to lunch. That warranted another nap. Today I was again a lady who lunches and shops. Yes, nap later on. This brings us to tomorrow, which is Friday. See how easy it is?

I've listened to one and a half books on tape while doing a few things around the house. Perhaps I'll vacuum and clean some things tomorrow. It could happen. I thought about that column Erma Bombeck wrote that made the email rounds about things she'd change if she had her life to live over and know how much time with family and friends means.

11:36:00 PM



 
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