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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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Sunday, June 26, 2005
Little Companion
I'm glad no one took me up on my offer to take Columbo when I was sick. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to take care of him since he was getting fur matts. He's so much company and a sweet little cat. Brigit, the blonde drama queen, still doesn't like him, but does manage to co-exist with him. Reminds me of some married couples I know. Anyway, I'm really happy that I still have him and that no one believed me when I tried to give him away to a good home. He's home now and will stay. I'd promised Brigit quite a few years ago that she was here to stay. Did I ever tell you that story?
11:40:00 AM
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