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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.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008  
Bernice Strikes Again!

Last night a little before midnight, Jackie called and asked if she could come over and sleep in my house because she thought someone had been in her brother's apartment where she was staying. I said, "Bless your heart. You must be desperate to want to sleep here!" She's seen my guest room, which is a candidate for Clean Sweep, just like the rest of my house. I asked her what made her think that, and she said the room where she'd been sleeping was locked and that it was open when she left. Then she said the mail was scattered on the table. She'd fallen asleep in the couch when she got home and then found the door locked when she wanted to go to bed.

I told her I'd come over to help her check to make sure things were OK. I didn't want her to feel scared there in the apartment and also wanted to save her from sleeping in clutter. When I went there, she got a butter knife to spring open the lock on the bedroom door. She opened it, and we stood back as she quickly turned on the light so we could peek in. No one there. Relief!

When we were in the living room, I asked her why she thought someone had gone through the mail, and she said because she wouldn't have left it that way since she's a stacker. Well, I went by there to pick her up to go to the gym and went in. She got a phone call from her brother in the hospital and went through the mail to let him know what he'd gotten. Then we went to the gym and out to eat. I told her since we were in a hurry to leave and she was telling John about the mail that I think she left it that way. She felt better.

Then she looked at me and asked what I thought we'd have done if someone had been in that room. I said we were well-armed with a butter knife. So we laughed for quite a while just thinking about it all. Then she said she'd never live this down, would she. Of course not!

Several of us planned to get together for lunch today, so when I talked with Tina this morning, she said she'd text Jackie to let her know where we'd meet since Jackie was at the hospital with her brother, and I had an appointment to get my hair cut. So I decided to text Jackie since I'd called her cell phone a few times to ask if she wanted to go to Creek Wood with me after lunch to talk with the teacher I'm mentoring since their backgrounds are so similar and got no answer. I also added, "Did anyone try to kill you last night?"

When we got to the restaurant, Jackie and Tina talked about texting each other. I told Jackie that she didn't answer my text. She said she didn't get one from me. So I got my cell phone out and showed her the number - which was her OLD number! I had her new cell number on my phone at home and didn't check them and don't remember numbers that well. Then we all laughed hysterically wondering who got that text message and what they must have thought. Do you think the FBI will come after me?

11:55:00 PM

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