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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, January 18, 2005  
Observations and Whining (Whinging)

I've been wondering about these people who still have their Christmas decorations up and shining. At last I noticed some of them have been removed and unplugged. I suppose after all that work of putting them up before Thanksgiving, they wanted to be sure everyone had the full experience. I more than did. Enough is too much of some of that.

Since I know this is my last year to teach, I'm deveolping a bad attitude. In the military it's called a short-timer's attitude. Apart from being obnoxious about how it is the last time I ever have to help with homecoming, fill out forms for the magazine drive, do too much with the writing assessment, worry about scores, grade final exams, and teach (most of the time I keep it to myself but have mentioned it enough to be obnoxious - it doesn't take too often), I feel a nonchalance I didn't expect. But then it might be the drugs.

I spent most of the 3-day weekend in the bed or on the couch coughing so much that my sides, back, and lungs hurt. I guess it's bronchitis. It's miserable whatever it is. Have any of you had it?

Earthquakes, floods, fires, tornadoes, hurricanes, avalanches, mudslides, the tsunami - is the earth trying to get rid of us? Maybe it wants to start over.

6:02:00 PM



 
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