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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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Monday, November 07, 2005
Blogworld
Chris just posted his 300th entry on his blog that I enjoy reading very much. It made me wonder how many posts I have, and this will be #964. It made me think about why I began this blog and how it's changed. Thank goodness, I'm still here to write it. We got pretty scared there for a while.
I was naive about the ways of the net at first and thought only the people I gave the url to could read it. Then I noticed other blogs being mentioned on Blogger when I'd sign on and read some of those. An outstanding one was Dictated but Not Read by Margot, which she no longer writes. I miss it because she writes well. Her blog led me to Michael's, who answers most of the trivia questions and writes about so many different topics entertainingly and informatively. One headline caught my attention early on when Scaryduck was congratulated for winning Best Blog of the UK that year, so I went over and read it, went back and read it from the beginning, and still read it. Unfortunately, his post today is about masturbating (wanking), but let's chalk it up to English humor (or humour) and the ongoing saga of his vasectomy (not funny, I'm sure). Speaking of Brits, I've also been introduced to Rik and his father Aled (one-post wonder) as well as others whose blogs I read but am not in touch with except in comment boxes. When he left a comment, I was shocked to learn that Alistair (Scaryduck) had been reading my blog because I didn't know about trackers then but got one myself later on. I also didn't know I could be googled and now just tell people who ask how to get to my blog to google my name. Google has become a verb for us now, and how easy it is to find information because of it.
Interestingly, some of us "met" because Blogger had links to our blogs. Then we read and followed links. I discovered some fascinating people that way, as well as some I chose not to return to. This reminds me of some blogs I used to read but haven't for a while. Think I'll go visit some of them soon. I'm still in touch with the ones I mentioned and feel that I know them. Some of us have linked to each other and email occasionally. Neat, isn't it?
10:30:00 AM
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