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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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Saturday, August 10, 2002
Saturday
I felt better last night and this morning than I have for a while and got some laundry done. That felt good to get that accomplished. This aftternoon around 3:00 my temp went back up over 101 again. It's a pattern. When that happens, it's hard to stay awake, so I don't. I woke up in time to hear "Prairie Home Companion" but missed the news from Lake Wobegone because I forgot about it and listened to parts of a book on tape I fell asleep during instead. At least I caught part of it.
6:57:00 PM
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