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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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Friday, July 08, 2005
Livestrong
I've been watching the Tour de France on OLN on cable since they have "expanded" coverage of it as well as recaps and interesting stories about Lance Armstrong. I keep one of the TVs on that station and check on it periodically. I hope Lance wins again since this is his last race. He seems like a nice guy and also survives cancer. Quite an inspiration.
I don't exactly understand a lot of the rules and all. Somehow other people win stages, but Lance Armstrong is still in first place. It has to do with points which eventually I should be able to catch on to.
Apparently, our lymphoma bracelets are green.
2:19:00 PM
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