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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


Joy's Updates - Straight from the Horse's Mouth.
Friday, March 17, 2006  
Another Thing

'96: My cat Lucy died in the early spring of complications from diabetes. I was diagnosed in June and went through all kinds of tests and waiting but didn't have to do anything about it because it was indolent NHL. Then after all that, my favorite cat Clancy died of cancer in the fall.

'06: I'm not freaking out. I'm not freaking out. I will remain calm. Everything will be fine. The chemo got it all. Yes, Columbo died, and I still have Brigit. I'm still alive and plan to stay that way. Maybe I should quit having cats. Maybe I don't need to become superstitious. Maybe I should keep this to myself (but unfortunately for those who know me, that's not my nature). See how paranoid we cancer survivors can be?

I am not mad. Just weird.

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