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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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Wednesday, August 21, 2002
The Art of War
It's as if these tumors are fighting back. As Jim put it, they've marshalled together and are retaliating. Even with the Prednisone, my neck is sore and swollen, and I have some fever (100.4) and that constant, dull headache. I'm gaining a respect for this and realize why such toxic chemicals are needed to destroy them. This is making me look forward to the next treatment, so I can get more soldiers. That should tell you something!! As I keep saying, I am so glad I'm not having to think about school or a substitute. Thank you, Ralph!!
Butch is scheduled for the angioplasty tomorrow at St. Thomas. I'll let you know when I hear anything. Mother said she wasn't sure if she'd go or not. She hadn't decided when we talked.
11:42:00 PM
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