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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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Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Irony
For all my life I never won door prizes. I could count on it. Yet I'd go on and write my name on the little piece of paper and drop it in the box or look on my program or under my seat to see if I had the winning number or do whatever they required. Never, ever won. It was entirely predictable after a while and was my reality. I joked about it. Then I retired and joined the local retired teachers' group and continued my losing streak. Until I became president of them and have won all three of the last door-prize opportunities I've had. Very odd. I've won a door prize at our last two meetings, the one where the nominations were announced and this latest one when I presided for the first time. Then I won one at that meeting with the state officers. What is ironic about all this is that I'm working to get rid of clutter from my house and am winning more stuff to bring into it. I haven't even created a vacuum yet for nature to abhor. Maybe door prizes are like cats. When you don't want them to come to you, they can't stay away.
11:41:00 AM
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