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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.
Thursday, September 21, 2006  
My Family

Mother and I went to Green Hills to the dental hygienist today. We met Brian and Brendan for lunch at the Belle Meade Buffet and then visited a while outside where there are some benches and a brick planter Brendan enjoyed walking on. We had a good time since the weather was beautiful today, sunny and cool.

Earlier I went to Wild Oats to find some lotion I like made by Zum. They were out, so I bought some of the spray. It's frankincense and myrrh, so I can smell like the Baby Jesus. When I told them about it, Mother ignored me, but I like to think she was amused and just didn't want to encourage me, the way she's always done. But I know she laughed inside. Brian asked if I had any gold. I didn't mention that gold has no fragrance since I didn't want to run rings around him logically and make him feel bad. (I am not mad.)

I thought all this was environmental, but Kathy and I have found that it's genetic since she got in trouble with her adopted family for talking and joking so much. Her "smart mouth" would have earned her praise and laughter with her biological family. We say or indicicate, "Way to go! Good one!" when someone gets in a good line. Now she's appreciated for her wit by others besides her husband. We joked around that first night she got in touch with me after we'd been talking a while. She said she never felt rejected, to which I responded that they must not have told her about the dumpster. She didn't miss a beat and said they'd left that part out. So remember about genetics, folks! Some things you just can't avoid.

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