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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 05, 2005
Which One?
I've been thinking about Viking names we might have and think it could be interesting. We'd have a social security number so that employers could keep up with all that; however, we might have different "the names" depending on the context of the situation. At various stages of our lives, we'd be identified different ways. For example, I'll now be known as Joy the Retired Teacher until something else might happen that's more interesting. To some people I'm sure I'd remain that or some other name, like Joy the Late Morning Person, Joy the Easily Distracted, Joy the Social, etc. Then when someone asks, "Which Joy," they'd have an answer. Of course, we do that behind their backs now anyway.
Phone Woes
I've been having trouble with my phone line for quite a while now. At first I thought it was my favorite cordless phone with all the features I've grown to depend on and took it apart and cleaned it and blew on it. (when in doubt ... ) Things were better which I now know happened to be a coincidence. A repairman for the county came over Friday and worked on it for quite a while and even went to other locations along the line. He said there was a short in the line. It worked Friday night but was out again yesterday, so I went through the ordeal of calling BellSouth again. It takes two calls to get to talk to an actual person. It can be fun to mess with the informally friendly computerized voice but only for a short time. So today another repairman came by who is younger than the Friday one. He climbed his ladder and worked on something out there, and voila! It works again. He said my line is at the end of the cable, so when lightning hits the line, it goes there at the end. This would explain why my neighbors didn't have problems with their phones and I did. Where my line connects had frayed, burned insulation, so he cut and spliced new stuff on there and said it should be fine now. Whenever wind blew the lines, the connection was lost. Now I know. My nifty cordless phone stull rules, and my line is connected. Fortunately, I have a cell phone and a cable modem, or I'd have had major withdrawal. I do love my gadgets.
11:54:00 AM
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