11.22.2007

The End of This Blog

"Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you,
You must travel it for yourself.
It is not far...it is in reach,
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know,
Perhaps it is every where on water and on land." -W.W.

"Long enough have you dreamed contemptible dreams,
Now I wash the gum from your eyes,
You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of
every moment of your life.

Long have you timidly waded, holding a plank by the shore,
Now I will you to be a bold swimmer,
To jump off in the midst of the sea,
and rise again and nod to me and shout,
and laughingly dash with your hair." -W.W.


Here are some words I leave for you from my favorite poet, Walt Whitman...

This is my last post; I've left the posts that I wrote while in Tanzania, for those that would like to see those now and again. Thanks for reading, commenting, and enjoying.


11.19.2007

What We Dream...



"All America lies at the end of the wilderness road, and our past is not a dead past, but still lives in us. Our forefathers had civilization inside themselves, the wild outside. We live in the civilization they created, but within us the wilderness still lingers. What they dreamed we live, and what they lived, we dream." -T.K. Whipple, Study Out The Land

"What living and buried speech is always vibrating here....what howls restrained by decorum." -Walt Whitman, Song of Myself