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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, July 22, 2003
Needles
I hesitate to write about this because I'm really getting tired of myself medically. I went to Baptist Hospital for an ultrasound of my thyroid and then to the endocrinologist Dr. Andrea Hayes at Centennial for a fine-needle aspiration of the nodule on my thyroid. She was painless doing the FNA and very competent, and I've have many needles in my throat and neck. I had to go to Baptist for that because of the war between Blue Cross/Blue Shield and HCA and CMA. Whatever! The insurance nazis are out of control. I'll hear from the tests in around a week. Like Roseanne Rosanna Danna said, "It just goes to show, it's always something!"
2:23:00 PM
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