Month: October 2019

Today’s Poem ~ The Tables Turned

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The Tables Turned

William Wordsworth

Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
Or surely you’ll grow double:
Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
Why all this toil and trouble?

The sun above the mountain’s head,
A freshening lustre mellow
Through all the long green fields has spread,
His first sweet evening yellow.

Books! ’tis a dull and endless strife:
Come, hear the woodland linnet,
How sweet his music! on my life,
There’s more of wisdom in it.

And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your teacher.

She has a world of ready wealth,
Our minds and hearts to bless–
Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health,
Truth breathed by cheerfulness.

One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.

Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;
Our meddling intellect
Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:–
We murder to dissect.

Enough of Science and of Art;
Close up those barren leaves;
Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That watches and receives.

✨ Inspiring Quote: Dream, Work Hard, Expect the Best

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“Without ambition one starts nothing. Without work one finishes nothing. The prize will not be sent to you. You have to win it.” ~  Ralph Waldo Emerson

Today’s Poem ~ The Kiss

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The Kiss

Sara Teasdale

BEFORE YOU kissed me only winds of heaven
     Had kissed me, and the tenderness of rain—
  Now you have come, how can I care for kisses
        Like theirs again?

  I sought the sea, she sent her winds to meet me,
     They surged about me singing of the south—
  I turned my head away to keep still holy
        Your kiss upon my mouth.

  And swift sweet rains of shining April weather
     Found not my lips where living kisses are;
  I bowed my head lest they put out my glory
        As rain puts out a star.

  I am my love’s and he is mine forever,
     Sealed with a seal and safe forevermore—
  Think you that I could let a beggar enter
        Where a king stood before?

🍎 Health Hack: Creativity & Music May Not Mix

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Listening to music can be relaxing, but it may interfere with your ability to create, suggests a study published online Feb. 2, 2019, by Applied Cognitive Psychology. Researchers . . . found that every kind of music significantly impaired the ability to complete the creativity tasks, while silence and library noises had no effect.

The researchers speculated that listening to music disrupted verbal working memory, which is the ability to remember information to complete a task. This was true even if people found the music enjoyable or relaxing.

HarvardHealthBlog

✨ Inspiring Quote ~ The Heart Sees What Eyes Cannot See

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“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart.” – Helen Keller

📖 Writer’s Tip: Don’t Let an Opportunity Pass By

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Recognize opportunity. It might come in the form of a hint from a friend (or hey, even an enemy), or you might feel a vague impulse to do something new. Pay attention to these subtle suggestions; get quiet and listen. The instant you start thinking No, counteract that with, What if I did? No might still be the right answer, but it shouldn’t be a knee-jerk one.

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✒️ Writers’ Wisdom: Definition of Writing

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“Writing is like talking to yourself, just in a way that makes it look like you’re not crazy!” ~ Mary Kate

Today’s Smile 😃

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Q: What happens if you eat yeast and shoe polish?

A: Every morning you’ll rise and shine!

✨ Inspiring Quote: Gift of Loving Strongly

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“Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.”  ~ Leo Tolstoy

Today’s Poem ~ Three Seasons

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Three Seasons ~ Christina Rossetti

A cup for hope!" she said,
In springtime ere the bloom was old:
The crimson wine was poor and cold
  By her mouth's richer red.

  "A cup for love!" how low,
How soft the words; and all the while
Her blush was rippling with a smile
  Like summer after snow.

  "A cup for memory!"
Cold cup that one must drain alone:
While autumn winds are up and moan
  Across the barren sea.

  Hope, memory, love:
Hope for fair morn, and love for day,
And memory for the evening gray
  And solitary dove.

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