In my despair I felt that I was stuck Paralysed by grief and guilt I failed By the end I had tried every trick
From prayer unthought to deeps of logic black My life, my engine ,juddered off the rails I hated God and of “his” Church was sick
Starving and alone I was in shock The death of one I loved had made me frail By the end I had tried every trick
I felt Love’s arms around me, death to block I knew this goodness, why else would I wail? I thought I hated God but Love had struck
Warm and golden light that did me hold Where are you now when Evil has grown bold? Kind despair that made me long time sit By the end I learned Love needs no trick
The second way our relationship with technology is detrimental for memory is because it often takes our focus away from the task at hand. “In our day, the greatest impediment of memory is distraction,” Dr. Restak wrote. As many of these tools have been designed with the aim of addicting the person using them, and, as a result, we are often distracted by them. People today can check their email while streaming Netflix, talking with a friend or walking down the street. All of this impedes our ability to focus on the present moment, which is critical for encoding memories.
Why would hearing and vision loss contribute to cognitive decline? “A neural system maintains its function through stimulation from sensory organs,” explained Dr. Rojas, a co-author of an accompanying editorial in JAMA Neurology. Without that stimulation, “there will be a dying out of neurons, a rearrangement of the brain,” he said.
It’s worth recalling that “tragedy,” a word we use to describe events like this one, originally designated a literary genre, a form of storytelling. Whatever is going on in us when we experience a tragic narrative — Aristotle wasn’t the last to speculate about it — we surely learn something about our own emotional repertory; it may serve as a rehearsal of our responses to actual horrors. Classic novels have taken inspiration
Anxious or annoyed to the point of frenzy.The doctor hasn’t called me with the test results yet, so I’ve been climbing the walls.If she makes another foolish blunder like that, I’ll be climbing the walls.
For i provedt would seem—her case it—that we write, not with the fingers, but with the whole person. The nerve which controls the pen winds itself about every fibre of our being, threads the heart, pierces the liver. – Orlando
The mind is deeper than a well and wider than a star I lose myself in waters deep ,symbolic ,sweet and clear I rest embraced by this love and wish for nothing more I dream I walk in meadows sweet The daisies in my hair
The heart has reasons and desires as if it were a mind If it’s soft as cashmere wool then it will remain kind Yet if it’s hard then it may crack and we will split ,divide I dream I walk by river fleet With heart and mind combined
The other self that dwells alone in privacy divine Needs sacred care and sweet respect and peace from what’s malign The inner nature of us all is given and then transformed I dream I walk on long white sands By seas blue, crystaline
The weirdest thing can happen while we’re working intently on the computer or responding to texts on our phones: We accidentally stop breathing. It can be subtle, and it’s not always for long, but it’s enough to disrupt our regular flow of oxygen and unwittingly kick our stress response into gear.
“Email apnea is a phenomenon where people unconsciously hold their breath or drop into shallow breathing when they’re responding to email or texting,” says Niraj
This very old form of poetry was made famous by none other than William Shakespeare, but the sonnet actually originated in 13th century Italy where it was perfected by the poet Petrarch. The word ‘sonnet’ is derived from the Italian word ‘sonnetto’ which means ‘little song’. Traditionally, sonnets are made up of 14 lines and usually deal with love. As a rule, Petrarchan (Italian) sonnets follow an ABBA ABBA CDE CDE rhyme scheme, whereas Shakespearean (English) sonnets are typically ABAB CDCD EFEF GG. But of course, rules are made to be broken!
How my heart speaks 