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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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Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Geezer Time
For some reason when I got home and changed clothes, I left my socks on (sage green socks). Now I have on a different shade of green t-shirt, navy shorts, and backless sandals with socks. (Those sandals have a name, but I can't remember it.) Also my hair needs to be cut and will be tomorrow, thank goodness! When Mother called, I told her I looked like a geezer on vacation and described my attire. She gasped, "You're not going OUT, are you?" That's Miss Daisy!
8:42:00 PM
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