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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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Saturday, March 25, 2006
Day Two of Three
Brian and Melissa brought Brendan here yesterday morning on their way to Memphis to the Mid-South Con and will pick him up Sunday evening. This is the first time they've attended this one. Brian said this morning when he called that they'd moved Melissa's paintings from a more obscure place to the front where they are one of the two first groups of artwork anyone sees upon entering the art section. I'm glad because she does good work.
Brendan and I are having fun. He's almost three which means he is extremely active (mentally, verbally, and physically) and into everything. Now he's capable of opening cabinet and refrigerator doors (well, all kinds of doors) and exploring many more things and places he did when I kept him last time. He also wants an audience for most of his activities unless he's getting away from me and causing me to panic. Because of this, I've ordered an O'Pair which should be here soon. I like it much better than a harness and leash for several reasons. One is that they are both fanny packs where we can put things and leave my arms free. This seems handier and not like he's a dog. Any trauma he might experience about being tethered pales in comparison to how I'd feel if anything happened to him. Besides, I'm going to try to make a game out of it and say that he's the astronaut and I'm the grandmother ship. Think it will work? I'll let you know.
12:16:00 PM
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