Hello dear friends,
Remember Chia Pets? CH-CH-CH-CHIA! The little packet of seeds that you mix with water and spread across the Pet are enjoying a super-food resurgence. Two tablespoons of chia seeds net you loads of Omega-3 acids and over 8 GRAMS of fiber. I love the little buggers.
I spent most of August visiting my family and friends in Illinois (my apologies for skipping over the IFYC office and others) and Colorado. A majority of that time was spent in Colorado’s original paradise, Crested Butte. I did some amazing, dare I say, EXTREME mountain biking. I shredded my legs up after a particularly dusty wreck, but emerged victorious, if not limping a bit.
As you know, Jackie and I have been debating where we might settle ourselves for a while post-Korbel School. Naturally, I voted for the sunny, wine-soaked, and nearly-perfect Bay Area. She favored the grey eminence, storied circles, and well-connected Washington, D.C. This has been a subject of much discussion/shouting for the past year. As Jackie and I were driving through the Rockies, it occurred to us that our original destination, Denver, had been off the table for some reason. We began to discuss it.
It became clear that, try as we might, we couldn’t find a strong enough list of CONS to balance the PROS. And so, by the end of October, we’ll be back in the Mile High City. Jackie’s still searching out work in the humanitarian/health/refugee services field, and I’ll continue my work with Changemakers, which continues to be super-engaging and fast-paced. I’ll soon be taking on some massive projects which will undoubtedly require me to ask many of you for help/contacts/magic powers.
I’m sorry that I can’t phone/visit each of you to tell you about the move personally. The next few weeks will be a mix of shooting around to say goodbye, toiling at religious media syndication opportunities for Changemakers, and squaring away some large projects for Islamic Networks Group. Incidentally, ING has released a super interfaith statement on “One America”, regarding the planned Park51 community center nowhere near Ground Zero. Well worth a read/share.
I’ll probably head off across the desert a week after my Oct. 12 birthday (incidentally, His Holiness the Dalai Lama is stopping by San Jose that day), since the Silicon Valley Interreligious Council (SIVIC), with whom I have been involved, is hosting an interfaith meeting around the visit.
Whew. There we go. Moving back to Denver. Leaving all these wonderful, graceful friends and landscapes I’ve come to love in the past year. Sad and happy. We’ll be in touch. In the meantime, remember to love everyone and everything. Also, raw pumpkin seeds, besides tasting swell, are an amazing source of manganese, which probably does something good for the body.
I miss you all, I hope to speak with you soon, and as always, keep up the good work
P.S. Today’s poetry break is brought to you by Walt Whitman, who is quickly becoming one of my faves.
P.P.S. If you haven’t seen the original Double Rainbow video, click here to watch it. It will change your life. After that, I recommend checking out my “cover” of Double Rainbow, taken while out at the farm in Illinois, by clicking here. It will change your life back to normal.
It is time to explain myself — let us stand up (from Song of Myself)
By Walt Whitman
(1819 – 1892)
It is time to explain myself — let us stand up.
What is known I strip away,
I launch all men and women forward with me into the Unknown.
The clock indicates the moment — but what does eternity indicate?
We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers,
There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.
Births have brought us richness and variety,
And other births will bring us richness and variety.
I do not call one greater and one smaller,
That which fills its period and place is equal to any.
Were mankind murderous or jealous upon you, my brother, my sister?
I am sorry for you, they are not murderous or jealous upon me,
All has been gentle with me, I keep no account with lamentation,
(What have I to do with lamentation?)
I am an acme of things accomplished, and I am encloser of things to be.
My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs,
On every step bunches of ages, and larger bunches between the steps,
All below duly traveled, and still I mount and mount.
Rise after rise bow the phantoms behind me,
Afar down I see the huge first Nothing, I know I was even there,
I waited unseen and always, and slept through the lethargic mist,
And took my time, and took no hurt from the fetid carbon.
Long was I hugged close — long and long.
Immense have been the preparations for me,
Faithful and friendly the arms that have helped me.
Cycles ferried my cradle, rowing and rowing like cheerful boatmen,
For room to me stars kept aside in their own rings,
They sent influences to look after what was to hold me.
Before I was born out of my mother generations guided me,
My embryo has never been torpid, nothing could overlay it.
For it the nebula cohered to an orb,
The long slow strata piled to rest it on,
Vast vegetables gave it sustenance,
Monstrous sauroids transported it in their mouths and deposited it with care.
All forces have been steadily employed to complete and delight me,
Now on this spot I stand with my robust soul.