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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.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008  
The More They Stay the Same

I've been reading another blog I started six years ago. The same things I complained about and fussed at myself for still linger. I'm starting to think I need therapy since it's sort of crazy.

It was good to read "My House" again which is my favorite Nikki Giovanni poem. She is a few months older than I am, and we both brought up sons by ourselves. My son was five when I got a divorce, so for most of his life, it was just the two of us at home. He's always been a blessing and a joy and was my little running buddy. His and Brendan's outings together remind me of how Brian and I used to be. He's a good son I've always been proud of.

The analysis of The Full Monty was for a screenwriting class Brian and I took together at Watkins Film School in Nashville around eleven years ago. We were supposed to write about the six main characters in terms of changes they made. Brian and I went to see the movie with notepads in hand taking notes in the dark theater and compared our papers with each other before we turned them in. That was a fun time and so good to have an activity to spend with Brian again.

So anyway, it was fun to revisit blog entries from years ago even though I haven't made any progress.

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