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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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Friday, April 07, 2006
Hail Froze Over
Hail is an odd thing, isn't it? I've read how it forms and all that, but it's still really weird. Ice pellets from the size of grapes to softballs falling hard out of the sky and bouncing when they hit the ground - just odd.
If you've been watching the news or live here, you know we've been having storms - tornados, hail, rain, wind. My friends, family, and I are OK, but many people lost homes and lives. Here's a photo I took from my carport while my cat Brigit was hiding under the kitchen table. Hail is very loud on a metal roof.
And another one from a different direction.
11:57:00 PM
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