WHY WRITING IS GOOD FOR YOU (top 4 reasons)

Katie Kay!

Hello, my wonderful readers! I wish you an incredible Friday and an even more incredible weekend.

As I’m writing this, there is a stray thunderstorm booming above my house, but it is acting as the perfect backdrop to my introverted, homebody personality today. Since I haven’t shared anything in a while, I thought it would be perfect to share my favorite reasons for why writing is good for you–in terms of your health, emotional well-being, and overall satisfaction!

To begin, I think it is important to remember that there are various types of writing, and various types of writers. There are novelists, who write books; poets, who pen poetry; journalists, who are supposed to report on facts; short story writers; essayists and diarists; and bloggers, probably like you!

No one type of writing is better than the next, and that is important. Also, if you enjoy writing poetry, it isn’t…

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Open letter to all Leaders – Time’s up

Incorrectly reblogged from another source, I stand corrected and bring you to Anna’s own blog. If you haven’t been here before, it is time! It is truly a favorite.

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If you wanna spread this letter, you are welcome to share it worldwide. Tag it with #timesup if you want. If you want to make a translation of the text to other languages and share it, do it. We all have to help out saving our planet. This is one way among millions to help.

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Endings, beginnings …

For those of you who have not yet met Carly Jay, meet the most courageous person I have ever known.

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A few months ago, I was driving to see a client, and as I always do when I’m on the Inner City Bypass, I quickly looked to my left where the Royal Children’s Hospital is. Or I should say, was. When I’d finished my shift, I drove back to the Royal, parked my car and got as close as I could to the site. I cried big, ugly tears, and had to take some deep breaths to ground myself. I took some photos and spoke to one of the traffic guys about my time in there.

Going back was not about burying my suffering. It was about bearing witness to the destruction of what had been my second home. That might sound hyperbolic, but it’s where I did half my growing up. It’s hard for people to grasp that I spent nearly half my life in hospital before I had my transplant…

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Aristotle´s Nichomachean Ethics: “Three Types of Friendship” (Based on Utility, Pleasure and Goodness).-

What does our chosen mode of friendship say about us?

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♠Aristotle´s Nichomachean Ethics: “Three Types of Friendship”

(Based on Utility, Pleasure and Goodness):

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In Book VIII of “The Nichomachean Ethics”, Aristotle makes reference to three kinds of friendship.

1) The first is friendship based on utility, where both people derive some benefit from each other.

Aristotle describes a friendship of utility as shallow, “easily dissolved” or for the old. He views them as such because this type of friendship is easily broken and based on something that is brought to the relationship by the other person. Aristotle uses the example of trade and argues that friendships of utility are often between opposite people, in order to maximize this trade

2) The second is friendship based on pleasure, where both people are drawn to the other’s wit, good looks, or other pleasant qualities. Aristotle says that riendship of pleasure is normally built between the young as passions and pleasures are…

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bonté

“Always be a little kinder than necessary.”  – J.M. Barrie

“I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet, strange, I am ungrateful to those teachers.”  -Kahlil Gibran

“Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”  – Mark Twain

     *

bonté

kindness is genuine

it cannot be measured

always freely given

from a heart

with intimate knowledge

of life’s joy,

sorrow and pain

        *

pain leaves scars

just because you

cannot see

don’t repudiate

their existence

built on a foundation

of ignorance or denial

           *

those who enslave

insist on your ignorance

yet the first to deny

responsibility

scars became malignant

conscience decomposed

replaced by anger

its appetite insatiable

           *

striking out

injures the innocent

the guilty take umbrage

constipated cognition

toxic input, toxic

as it strikes

a predatory response

       *

bonté

can be contagious

spread it around

perhaps slowly with some

glaciers can melt

in the presence of

sustained warmth

unless the heart is stone

             *

bisous,

léa

Tempest Tamer

“Never argue with a fool. Onlookers may not be able to tell the difference.” – Mark Twain

*

Tempest Tamer

Twain said it – I believe it

Experience as a therapist

Proves it over and over

Again

 

And again in the bar

The party of elite

Voices rising takes me

Back

 

In graduate school

Stressing the importance

Conflict resolution

The angriest client speaks

First

 

Survival skills honed in

Infancy – an excellent listener

Often called on to diffuse the

Tempest

 

There was one storm

Where failure was

Abysmal – one does not choose

Parents

 

*

Bisous,

Léa

Putting pen or keyboard to page…

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”   – Ernest Hemingway

 

“If you do not breath through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don’t write, because our culture as no use for it.”   – Anais Nin

 

“You fail only if you stop writing.”   – Ray Bradbury

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Putting pen or keyboard to page…

It isn’t as though

I like to write

Though the pleasure

Of having written

Can be sweet

*

At times

Writing is

The air and

One cannot stop

Its involuntary flow

*

At other times

It is the life

Blood

Dripping, flowing

From an open wound

*

There were years

We parted company

One needs a safe place

To put their words

There was none

*

Even the memory

Lost in harm’s way

Those stories and poems

Long purged from possession

To painful to recall

*

Today we are united

In France

LIBERATION

Words find voice

They write of beauty

And finally of JOY

***

Bisous,

Léa