Before I Die

I have been thinking about what I will do next, after the Peace Corps. Thoughts of post PC come to me at random intervals. It is an exciting thing for me, and another unexpected perk of being in the Peace Corps.
It feels as if my life has been opened up to me, and I am free to go where I need to go. I feel as if another big adventure is just around the corner for me.
A while ago, I compiled a list of some of things I would like to do before I die. Here they are, in no important order:

• Live in a rural area of Japan.
• Do more rock climbing.
• Be a shepherd with a dog (most preferably in South America).
• Be a beach bum in the Caribbean.
• Go to Thailand.
• Have sex with two women at the same time.
• Become more and more comfortable with myself.
• Have nice dread locks.
• Go to Machu Picchu.
• Live in a rural area of China, have a live-in housekeeper, and teach her English in exchange for her work (or even two live-in housekeepers, because it could solve two goals at once).

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I feel like writing many things right now, I have the urge to write a lot of meaningful, thought provoking sentences, but for some strange reason I am devoid of any meaningful thoughts at the moment.

Still, all is good, and I am happy :-)

In a thoughtless way :-)

Science Fair

Hey all, one of my fellow Peace Corps volunteers is raising money to send his students to a science fair. Check out the link below if you are interested in donating a little money.

Science Fair Fund Raiser

Mind Wounds

What if mind wounds healed like body wounds?

If I get a cut on my hand, I just clean it, leave it alone, and in a little time it heals.

To often when I get a mind wound, I repeatedly sprinkle it with infectious thoughts, and then unrelentingly probe it.

What if when I get a mind wound, I just cleaned it, and then left it alone?

Heavy Water

How long can you hold a small glass of water? Such a glass weighs very little.

Even a very strong, big person will feel tiredness and pain after holding a small glass of water for too long. After some point, anyone must put the small glass of water down and rest their arm.

I’m surprised, scared, and relieved; because I have just now realized how easy it is for me unknowingly hold a small glass of stress for too long. The effects of holding such a glass sneak up on me. By the time I notice the effects, they are so big that I find it hard to recognize their source: a small, unthreatening, glass of sunlit, vitamin filled stress.