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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


Joy's Updates - Straight from the Horse's Mouth.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005  
Active Life

Today was quite busy. The retired teacher's luncheon was at King's Court, so I got to visit with friends and be social. Then I had a bunch of errands to run and accomplished quite a bit. Linda came down for an appointment with Jim, so I met her afterwards for dinner at Applebees. Salmon, steamed vegetables, rice pilaf all made me feel virtuous. We sat around and talked and caught up which was fun. I made it to the school board meeting where they discussed our insurance options. We retired teachers never know what's going on since no one thinks to let us know or let's us vote on anything. I was the token retired teacher and felt like an activist.

When I got home, a gift bag was hanging on my door with framed photographs inside of Butch and Janelle's family and one of Ally and Carter together. How sweet and thoughtful! I'm still smiling.

7:55:00 PM

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