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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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Friday, May 23, 2008  
Crying

Charlie wrote a post about crying on his blog. I've never been one to cry when it's about me but always cry when something touching happens, for example during nearly every awards show I've watched and when people are really happy about something. I've cried at weddings, funerals, movies, Hallmark card commercials, songs, and even pep rallies. I wish I could cry when I need to for myself when I'm upset, disappointed, sad, or frustrated but haven't let go but a few times. Then I'd cry alone where no one could see me. I guess I've always thought it showed weakness. The last time I remember crying was the day after my surgery when I had sepsis after chemo and was scared. When Mother and my brother came into my hospital room, I lost it and cried. There are other times I've needed to though.

What about you? How do you feel about crying? Check out Charlie's post about crying when we feel safe. Maybe I don't often feel safe.

3:26:00 PM



 
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