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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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Tuesday, November 05, 2002
R&R
Which in this case stands for rain and Rituxan. (OK, I know this is a fragment - literary license) Things went well, but that's how it has been during the infusions. There probably aren't that many cancer cells for the Rituxan to kill this time, so the rest of it should be OK. I'll be vigilant about everything this time since I have learned what to look for. At any rate, so far so good event though I can tell I have experienced something.
2:11:00 PM
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