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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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Thursday, August 08, 2002
Phone Calls
My temperature stays between 99-100, so I'm sleeping a lot. If you call and there is no answer, I'm on the phone and know you called. If you get the answering machine, I'm either asleep or don't feel like talking. I mostly just feel sleepy and all from the fever, but my neck is sore where there is activity with the tumors, so the chemo is working. The swelling goes down much faster with the Prednisone, but I'm still glad not to have to go through that again right now.
I'll try to go eat something and sleep again. I can't stay awake too lolng.
9:33:00 AM
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