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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, December 08, 2002
Bone Tired
It doesn't seem to matter whether I sleep, rest, get out in the fresh air, walk, sit, or whatever, I stay tired. It's in-my-bones tired like I felt during the hormone-less days. I'm sure part of it is chemo and recovering from surgery and bedrest. I'll be glad when this phase is over though.
Earl stopped by on his was from Nashville back to South Fulton, and we went to Cracker Barrel and compared symptoms. We're already crotchety old people!! I asked him what the female counterpart for a curmudgeon is. I'm going to the cemetery for the candle lighting they have there with Mother, Butch, and Janelle.
I realize this isn't a cheery holiday post, so I'll try to perk up.
2:38:00 PM
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