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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, November 13, 2004
Brendan on the Moor
I stayed with Brendan last night while Brian and Melissa attended a dinner meeting. We had fun reading, dancing, and playing. Brendan likes the Clancy Brothers and got frustrated because I couldn't figure out which song he wanted to hear on the CD. Eventually I got there. Whew! I've been singing "Brennan on the Moor" to him as Brendan on the Moor. He'll request it by saying, "Mo-ah."
11:58:00 AM
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