Spring is here. I know, it’s snowy outside and cold. But it’s still here. I can feel it. You can’t really tell when spring is here, can you, when sometimes we get a snowstorm in June? No, it’s something that you feel inside. And I can feel it inside me now. No doubt, spring is here. Filling me with energy, opening windows of oppurtunity, bringing the new.

To mark the occasion: A poem. Not by me, but a known American poet, Walt Whitman. Enjoy, and celebrate spring.

This is what you shall do:
Love the earth and sun and the animals,
Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks,
Stand up for the stupid and crazy,
Devote your income and labors to others,
Hate tyrants, argue not concerning God,
Have patience and indulgence toward the people,
Take off your hat to nothing known or unknown,
Or to any man or number of men,
Go freely with powerful uneducated persons,
And with the young and with the mothers of families,
Read these leaves in the open air,
Every season of every year of your life,
Reexamine all you have been told,
At school at church or in any book,
Dismiss whatever insults your own soul,
And your very flesh shall be a great poem.