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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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Friday, July 26, 2002
yo-yo
What I wrote last time was how I felt that day which was better than I'd been feeling. That's not how the rest of the week went though. These last couple of months are the only times I've felt bad from the cancer but it's really from the Prednisone mostly. It makes me really agitated, sleepless, unfocused, hyper, and wired when I am on it. Then getting off of it is like crashing. That's where I am now and feel wiped out, down, and have indigestion. Someone told me that's a lot like cocaine. If so, I don't understand the attraction to it. No high is worth this.
Some of you who are around me during Prednisone know how I am on it. Sorry about that!!
1:36:00 PM
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