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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, December 25, 2004
Merry Christmas!
I hope all of you are having a good day. We did. I spent the night at Mother's last night and stayed up late talking with Brian and Melissa, while she was working on some free-lance art work she contracted to do. The deadline is approaching! Brendan was asleep. We had a good time playing with him and enjoying Carter. It's fun to have babies and toddlers during the holidays. Butch came after me and brought me home since the streets around my house are still white with ice and snow. So now I'm here. Where are you?
2:50:00 PM
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