Thoreau's Journal: 25-Feb-1859

Measure your health by your sympathy with morning and spring. If there is no response in you to the awakening of nature,—if the prospect of an early morning walk does not banish sleep, if the warble of the first bluebird does not thrill you,—know that the morning and the spring of your life are past. Thus may you feel your pulse.

Sonnet 1: Learning Again

Last night like wind I felt the storm a climb
The swirling sounds of bolts to come fortold
A still it grew until we knew twas time
Through stressfull quiet thoughts we both grew bold

Unleashing words that sought old sores to hold
The lightening flashed from back to forth in veign
And traced shadows of old ideals to mold
Til eyes glared down at shouts and streamed like rain

That night we learned the longer quiet reigns
The long and loud of frightening storms will pour
And then a fresher air of hope remains
And skies and arms and hearts will open more

Last night I learned again what I must do
For Love the only thing I know is true

Facing Life's Storms

though storms are scary
face them knowing that they bring
renewal and peace

Another AIESEC Marriage

Ryan and Tamaho have sealed the deal Tokyo style. Congratulations!!! We are filled with joy and laughter because we watched your love grow from glances at parties to kisses in kimonos. May your marriage be as a good and strong as the bride and groom.

Tamaho, you really should have talked to Victoria before saying yes.

I was in AIESEC Arizona four years (maybe longer), and I know of four marriages that began in our LC. Two started on the Grand Canyon trip (if the blazer's a rockin', don't come a knockin'), one started at a conference in San Diego, and one, well, noone really knows just how or when it started, just how it was discovered. AIESEC AZ is now the official LC of love.

Shhhhhhhhhh!!!

Be in the now. In this moment. Clear the mind. Ignore the voice of knowledge. These all seem so easy when read in a book or koan. But damn if the chatter has not gotten louder and louder. Has it always been so noisy in my head or am I just more aware of the noise. Like the hum of your computer as you are reading this. You did not hear it until you read about it.

How much of our day do we spend intradialoging about the past or potential future? What a fruitless waist of energy. I am reading that once you can quiet those voices, those thoughts, that the silence is utterly liberating. Tomorrow I will create my day, moment by moment, like the brush strokes of an artist. And it will be beautiful.

Happy Birthday A.R.T.

Happy Birthday Mandy!!!

Get well... I'll give you a present if you save me some of your cough syrup ;)