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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, April 03, 2006
Is Nothing Sacred?
Not that I watch it any more, but now there are plans to turn the Miss America Pageant into a reality show. The ratings dropped for the pageant which was last held in Las Vegas and aired on County Music Television, so now in an effort to bring up the ratings and perhaps make her "our" Miss American since everyone will have a chance to vote for her, the "reality" begins!
Being able to vote hasn't helped make W feel like my president, so good luck to them.
11:19:00 AM
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