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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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Wednesday, May 25, 2005
What's in a Name?
A rose by any other name might smell as sweet, but it would have identity issues. I've been thinking about names since I had a different one for a while when I was married. You know, how people ask, "Who was she before she married?" Does that mean we lose our identities when we marry? Taking a man's last name happens to us all. We get our father's last name when we are born if our parents are married and sometimes if not. Have there ever been any women's last names that weren't defined in some way by men in the history of civilization? Just wondered.
7:25:00 PM
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