Exercise stimulates the growth of new brain cells

The new cells could be the key to why working out relieves depression.

If you name your emotions, you can tame them

New research suggests why meditation works.

Professor Yamashita Goes to Washington

Journal of Combative Sport, Oct 2000By Joseph R. Svinth

A slightly different version of this article appeared in Aikido Journal, 25:2 (1998). Copyright © 2000 Joseph R. Svinth. All rights reserved.

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What if we made our judo known abroad? Wouldn’t it be a great thing which would allow us to get people to know Japan better? …What do hardships
matter? For any pioneer, it is not a matter of harvesting, but of sowing.– Yoshiaki (Yoshitsugu) Yamashita, circa 1887

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CITIZENSHIP IN A REPUBLIC

“The Man In The Arena” Speech at the Sorbonne

Paris, France

April 23, 1910

 

Theodore Roosevelt

 

Perdida de peso

lose weight program

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village though.
He will not see me stopping here,
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer,
To stop without a farmhouse near,
Between the woods and frozen lake,
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake,
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep,
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

– Robert Frost

Umbrío por la pena

Umbrío por la pena, casi bruno,
porque la pena tizna cuando estalla,
donde yo no me hallo, no se halla
hombre más apenado que ninguno.

Pena con pena y pena desayuno,
pena es mi paz y pena mi batalla,
perro que ni me deja ni se calla,
siempre a su dueño fiel, pero importuno.

Cardos, penas me oponen su corona,
cardos, penas me azuzan sus leopardos
y no me dejan bueno hueso alguno.

No podrá con la pena mi persona
circundada de penas y de cardos:
¡cuánto penar para morirse uno!

Miguel Hernández

Llego con tres heridas

Llego con tres heridas:
la del amor,
la de la muerte,
la de la vida.

Con tres heridas viene:
la de la vida,
la del amor,
la de la muerte.

Con tres heridas yo:
la de la vida,
la de la muerte,
la del amor.

Miguel Hernández

YA QUE PARA DESPEDIRME

Ya que para despedirme,
dulce idolatrado dueño,
ni me da licencia el llanto
ni me da lugar el tiempo,

Cultivo Una Rosa Blanca

Cultivo una rosa blanca
en junio como enero
para el amigo sincero
que me da su mano franca.

Y para el cruel que me arranca
el corazón con que vivo,
cardo ni ortiga cultivo;
cultivo la rosa blanca.

José Martí