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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, September 04, 2002
Call
Dr. Spigel called me around 8:30 to see how I am. He said he woke during the wee hours of the night thinking he should have put me in the hospital and didn't get much sleep after that. He asked a lot of questions and said we don't want to lose ground. The tumor mass as it died off was too much for my body and that's why all this is going on. He told me if my fever got to 103, there was a lot more weakness, couldn't take food and liquids, or seepage from my neck. (gross - hope that doesn't happen) He said he'd call me back this afternoon and to be sure to call there if anything changes.
9:37:00 AM
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