In ancient Greece, women counted their age from the date on which they were married, not from the date of their birth—a tradition many women appear to follow today.
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.
5 comments:
Put that idea forth today and apply it to me and I'm nine.
Dayum I look bad for nine!
I was married for 9 1/2 years and then got a divorce. How does that play out I wonder? Am I stuck at 9 1/2 or did I keep on from there?
I thought you looked so good until I found out you're nine!
Good grief, I'm 30!
How sexist. So if you didn't get married you never existed!
does that mean someone who is single is like perpetually 364 days old???
xxalainaxx
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