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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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Sunday, August 11, 2002
Well
I keep thinking every morning will be the day I feel better. How I feel is the way we feel when we have a fever - draggy, sleepy, achy, dull headache, etc. My mind feels fuzzy, too. I wish Dr. Spigel were sticking to the original plan of just checking my blood tomorrow instead of the 4-6 hour Rituxan IV. We'll see what happens.
11:05:00 AM
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