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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, March 20, 2007
All the Damage, None of the Highs
I watched part of HBO's special on addiction. This man was being shown images of his brain and a healthy brain. He'd been using cocaine and other drugs for quite a while - often and a lot. The doctor showed him how his brain didn't have some areas in it that were defined and red on the image and how some parts of it were missing. She compared his to the healthy one to emphasize how much damage he'd done to his brain. Then she said to him in a disapproving, grim way that his brain looked like one that was sixty years old. Damn.
12:05:00 AM
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