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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, August 17, 2004  
Olympic Observations

Seems to me that being the same size would be an advantage in synchronized diving. The Chinese were almost identical. Was it the Aussie duo who looked like Mutt and Jeff? (and who remembers that reference? LOL) I wouldn't do that event because it seems impossible to coordinate exactly with another person on every move. I'd dive by myself but row on a team unless I'm the yippy dog coxswain.

The really impossible feats are the male gymnasts and those rings, pommel horse, and other things they do that involve all that upper-body strength and balance. It's also interesting to notice the various body types and sports. Swimmers look like exclamation points with their top-heavy shoulders and arms. Gymnasts are more compact except for the females who all look 11 years old. It's sad somehow. The weight lifters look like a transformer or some robotic children's toy. And on it goes.

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