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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, April 09, 2008
OK, That Does It!
I was at a store while ago and was called "Hon" by a teenaged employee. After some thought, I've decided that I'm going to speak up and tell him and others who call me "Sweetie," "Dear," and "Honey" that I do not like to be called that unless it's by someone related to me or that I'm in love with. I hate being called those terms of endearment by people I don't know because they come across as patronizing and condescending. Argh!
7:16:00 PM
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