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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, August 16, 2002
Perchance to Dream
Still not sleeping long at a time. It's anywhere from 2-4 hours usually and 5-6 on rare lucky times. Sometimes I can go back to sleep and sometimes not. My neck is sore this morning. It's so odd how this has changed so much from the six years before. All I ever had were a few painless, grape-sized lumps in my neck until this spring. This is a mass.
Hope all of you have a good weekend! Isn't this rain a welcome relief! The grass was crunchy.
8:40:00 AM
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