Posts by: Spence

Have you ever really had a teacher? One who saw you as a raw but precious thing, a jewel that, with wisdom could be polished to a proud shine?

– Mitch Albom

Life is a continuity. All things are related. All beings are interdependent. They cannot exist without each other. They do not exist without each other.

– Paul Williams (from Das Energi)

Kai Style Compliments:

“Mom’s skirt is kind of brown. It looks like a Kung Fu sweater.”

River Play Day

River Play Day

From the community where we are staying we can see rivers in the deep canyons below. One of the rivers originates in Eastern Arunachal Pradesh and the other originates in the high Himalayas of Tibet. From our guest house we can see the confluence of these two rivers, where they become a single river, just before it flows into Bhutan. We took a trip down to the river that is on the border of Bhutan. It was a two hour ride down in a jeep stuffed with the three of us plus a bunch of staff and volunteers from the…

Everyone on earth has a treasure that awaits [them].

When I have been truly searching for my treasure, every day has been luminous, because I’ve known that every hour was a part of the dream that I would find it. When I have been truly searching for my treasure, I’ve discovered things along the way that I never would have seen had I not had the courage to try things that seemed impossible … to achieve.

Every second of the search is an encounter with God.

– a shepherd boy — The Alchemist


Just in case you think our everyday is an adventure, here is something normal. This is what we spend most hours of most days doing right now: working on design projects in the office. If there is power. We just like to make the most of the rest of our time, and any opportunities for playin' that come along too. There you go. :)
Cool Bugs By Kai 2

Cool Bugs By Kai 2

A new handful of crawly friends. And we're just getting into the warm weather, so there's more to come... Enjoy!

And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

– Steve Jobs

Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.

– Leonardo da Vinci
Mmm Quinoa

Mmm Quinoa

I have been helping with an Experiential Education project here at Gatsal, experimenting with growing Quinoa (a nutritious grain). Quinoa originates in the Andes mountains of Peru, Bolivia, and Ecuador, a region possibly similar to the Himalayan mountains. Our friend Amma -- here teaching science from Jamaica -- is in charge, and I do what I can to help her and help teach the Class 8 & 9 kids who are working on the project. We've been doing lots of research, writing, and hands-on time in the garden, which is definitely the fun part. You can read more about the…
This is How We…

This is How We…

Haircut! After two and a half months I decided it was time to cut my hair and beard. I was afraid it would  become a skullet (a mullet that is bald on the top). We borrowed some trimmers from Lobsang. My beard was also not the nicest sight. Unfortunately I do not have before pictures. :)
Community Construction

Community Construction

We had the chance to help the community "pour" concrete. It took most of the day with about 50 people involved. In preparation the whole week before, the community masons had engineered an amazing network of concrete forms that would become a new porch roof for the school's new Admin Building. The whole thing consisted of 3-5 inch in diameter logs holding up the forms (made of planks), wood beams, sand, and a plastic membrane. The forms where then filled with an intricate lattice of metal rebar tightly tied together to create the skeleton. By my estimation it took 120…

The Double Life

~ by Don Blanding ~

How very simple life would be
If only there were two of me
A Restless Me to drift and roam
…A Quiet Me to stay at home.
A Searching One to find his fill
Of varied skies and newfound thrill
While sane and homely things are done
By the domestic Other One.

And that’s just where the trouble lies;
There is a Restless Me that cries
For chancy risks and changing scene,
For arctic blue and tropic green,
For deserts with their mystic spell,
For lusty fun and raising Hell,

But shackled to that Restless Me
My Other Self rebelliously
Resists the frantic urge to move.
It seeks the old familiar groove
That habits make. It finds content
With hearth and home — dear prisonment,
With candlelight and well-loved books
And treasured loot in dusty nooks,

With puttering and garden things
And dreaming while a cricket sings
And all the while the Restless One
Insists on more exciting fun,
It wants to go with every tide,
No matter where–just for the ride.
Like yowling cats the two selves brawl
Until I have no peace at all.

One eye turns to the forward track,
The other eye looks sadly back.
I’m getting wall-eyed from the strain,
(It’s tough to have an idle brain)
But One says “Stay” and One says “Go”
And One says “Yes,” and One says “No,”
And One Self wants a home and wife
And One Self craves the drifter’s life.

The Restless Fellow always wins
I wish my folks had made me twins.