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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.
 
Wednesday, June 01, 2005  
Finales

Last day of school today. I'm finished with regular teaching!!!! I do go tomorrow to begin Credit Recovery from 8-1 every day until June 24 when I plan to quit. My retirement date is June 28, so I think I might need to check with the central office and see if I can get that changed when she turns in the final report. I have many of my hours in already and will take off some days here and there. I got excited today when the principal handed out the teaching assignments for next year. Some of them asked me if I was happy with my schedule, so I said yes that it said, "lunch, lunch, shop, movie, lunch, shop, nap ... " I got glares. Then when she mentioned in-service beginning the last week of July, I did a sort of happy dance with my hands for those sitting near me. Ted said he was going to drive by my house and wake me up during in-service. I smiled and said I could always go back to sleep. I'm making enemies.

Yesterday we had breakfast at school and then staff development. The breakfast was good. Then when we got out around 1:30, our lunch group went to Mazatlan to celebrate my retirement. Ted paid for all of us. What a prince! It was fun and nice of them to do that. Today when I got home from my massage, there was a HUGE envelope propped against my door with my name in huge letters on it. When I say HUGE, I mean like 17 x24" type huge! I knew immediately it had to be from Cindy Draper, and it was. It was a graduation card with a gift card in it saying it would buy our two favorite men, Ben & Jerry! She's so funny and a neat person. Cindy teaches special ed at Vanleer Elementary and does a wonderful job. We met when I was at her school telling someone my second husband had been killed in Viet Nam. Cindy and the other person looked really concerned, but then I said, "That must be what happened to him since I never got to meet him - or maybe he's still in Canada evading." She laughed so hard, and we became friends with all kinds of things to laugh about.

I'm beginning to get excited about my "graduation" and am getting ready for my new life.

10:21:00 PM



 
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