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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, November 11, 2006
Museum Troublemaker
Yesterday Paige and I met her daughters Virginia and Rebecca at the Frist Center for the Visual Arts in Nashville. Yes, it's THAT Frist, the Senator and heart surgeon from TN. It was established by his family and is an extraordinary addition to the area since there are exhibits we'd never get to see without traveling quite a distance. We went to see the jewelry exhibit from the Walters Art Museum in Baltimore. It was beautiful and informative. All that jewelry from ancient Egypt to Tiffany!
We also saw other exhibits there such as Extra-Ordinary which had pieces by Andy Warhol, Robert Rauschenberg, Jasper Johns, Claes Oldenburg, Man Ray, and others from the Whitney. There was one mixed media collage with prescription and illegal drugs placed into designs. This is where I got into trouble. We were identifying the aspirin, Tums, marijuana leaves, and various pills when I just had to touch it to see what was over it. It was a sort of plexi-glass or epoxy layer over the top which made it smooth. About that time, one of the many security guards appeared beside me and said, "Ma'am, you aren't allowed to touch that." I wish I'd saved that experience for the Paper Bag sculpture because I could tell by how the light reflected off the pill painting that something was over it. The Paper Bag sculpture, however, was sooooo touchable. Paige and I kept wondering how it felt. After careful scrutiny, I think it had a glaze over it, but Paige thinks it feels soft like suede. We'll never know. Those guards are are good. I've tried to find the sculpture online but haven't yet. Anyone?
The gift shop has all kinds of neat things in it. We had a great time, and it was fun to be with the girls again. We went to Cummings Station for dinner after the exhibits and had more fun. Paige and I ate at PF Chang's before we met them at the Frist, and since the day was so pretty we ate on the patio there. Again, I'll say how happy I am that Paige and Carl moved back to Dickson!
10:29:00 AM
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