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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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Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Brendan Story
I have one of the weirdest grandchildren in captivity. Brendan, who is 4 1/2, spent the night Saturday night, and I met Brian to make the exchange Sunday afternoon in the Bellevue Center. As Brendan and I passed one of those sitting areas, he made a bee-line to it and started performing the No Smoking sign to an invisible audience. He was off in his own world with imaginary baton in hand singing away. As we left there to go to the play area, he was still doing his No Smoking routine, and we had this conversation.
B: No Smoking in the area, please!
J: That's right. No Smoking.
B: (emphatically) I WILL smoke.
J: You will?
B: Yes.
J: What will you smoke?
B: Sausage.
See what I mean?
1:00:00 AM
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