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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.
Sunday, November 18, 2007  

Hope all of you have a happy Thanksgiving with your loved ones. I've been thinking about what I'm most thankful for, and it's my family. People generally think all people are the way they are until we learn otherwise. I really did grow up in a stereotypical 50's sitcom family like Donna Reed, the Cleavers, and all of those. To me that was reality TV since it was also that way for most of my cousins. I had no idea some families were as dysfunctional as they are. From my mother's parents on down, we have been fortunate enough to have parents who love us and provide the foundation of support for the rest of our lives. It carries on through from my brother and his wife to their children who give that to their children as well. My son Brian said he always knew he was loved unconditionally and does that for Brendan. Kathy and Mark do this for their children. We are all so blessed, and I am truly thankful for this.

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