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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, March 23, 2004  
Withdrawal

No Judging Amy tonight. Not even reruns!


Ponderings

Murine means mice, so wonder why the eye drops are named Murine? Wouldn't have been the same if named bovine, canine, feline, or lupine, I guess.

My house smells musty possibly because of all the "musts" I keep uttering. They can actually fill a house and become a presence.

I used to call them that so much that Brian thought the actual names were the futility room and futility bills. He answered "futility room" when someone asked what that was, and they thought he was really precocious. I thought he was, too, but for different reasons. After a while I got tired of answering all his questions that went on almost all the time he was awake, it seemed, and would start making things up. When he was three or so, Brian came into the kitchen and asked what special occasions were. I told him it was a rock band. He left the room and returned a while later, puzzled, and said he just didn't understand because on TV they said to eat dessert only on special occasions. Oddly, he's turned out to be fairly well-adjusted and with a love of words. He also questions quite a bit of what I tell him.

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