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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, January 25, 2005
Puffing
If it's not one thing, it's another! I have bronchitis-induced asthma. The bronchitis was bad enough and now this lingering cough that the inhalers haven't cleared up yet. Inhalers really help, though. At first they caused my lungs to work and feel better than they have in a long time. I keep entering new worlds of health woe and malady. I'd rather not. It sort of feels as if I'm doing something illegal getting out the inhaler and spacer and then assembling them before I huff and puff.
I have a suggestion. How about if we just feel really good all our lives until we keel over dead sometime. Maybe we could have a kind of warning in order to prepare for it and then poof! We're gone. I'd prefer that.
6:43:00 PM
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