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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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Monday, March 07, 2005
Documentary
I watched The Story of the Weeping Camel, which won an Oscar for best documentary. It was about generations of a family of herders who live in the Gobi Desert. I hadn't realized how colorful yurts are inside - really pretty. A mother camel had a difficult birth for her first colt and then rejected it. After trying everything they could, the family sent for a musician to play the Mongolian horse head fiddle in order to perform a ritual. It worked. The music got her to accept her colt. It was a wonderful glimpse into their lives - so much so that I was disappointed when they got a television.
I googled yurt and want one. I'm thinking that would work out for me to live in when the kids have to take care of me. We can put one up in their back yards. I like the feel of them.
12:15:00 AM
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