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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, September 12, 2002
Going Home
Mom will be going home some time around mid-day tomorrow.
The area on her neck which is still discolored and was the dead tissue is about 3 inches by 2 inches. Dr. Burkey says that the skin cells should grow back over the area in a couple of weeks although she will probably have to have a skin graft at some point. In the meantime, she will need a Home Health Care person to help her apply pressure to the bandage when she changes her dressing.
The nurse specialist was back again today to give Mom more information about the HHC opportunities.
3:45:00 PM
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