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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.
Monday, January 23, 2006  
Beamish Boy Brendan in the Hood

Brendan visited me from 10:00 Friday morning until 6:00 last night when Brian and Melissa came to pick him up. They went to ChattaCon and had a great time and so did Brendan and Grammy! He's so entertaining, funny, and active! I have the most wonderful grandchildren! Melissa won two big awards and a trophy for Best of Show for the painting that was used on the Hypericon poster. You can see that and others on her site. Isn't she good? Wow!!

Brendan and I did almost get kicked out of the Bellevue Center play area, though. He was having so much fun climbing things, hopping on the numbers, running along with the other kids, and screaming at the top of his lungs now and then. I should mention here that his range is vast in all ways, especially volume. His ecstatic, playful screams were at a decibel level far beyond the other children's. All of a sudden this woman appeared beside me and said in a superior, accusatory, condescending voice, "He has to use an inside voice in here. His screaming is scaring others. Does he know what 'inside voice' means?" I said, "I don't know, but he understands 'don't scream'." So then she called him over to explain all that to him in that voice. Brendan listened to her, looked at me, and I smiled and told him to play but not scream. He did and seemed fine about it all. Then Cruella turned to me and said in that voice, "He's your son's son, isn't he?" What the hell was that supposed to mean? I was too stunned to respond. All she had to do was ask if I could get him to play more quietly without being rude to me. As she left, I noticed that she went to the information booth where she was stationed. I planned to go ask her what that meant and how she knew, but by the time we left, her replacement was there. I also planned to part with, "You're a retired elementary school teacher, aren't you?"

11:48:00 AM

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