Here is William Blake’s poem, To Summer, in honor of the longest day of the year:
O Thou who passest thro’ our vallies in
Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat
That flames from their large nostrils! thou, O Summer,
Oft pitched’st here thy golden tent, and oft
Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld
With joy, thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair. Continue reading “In Celebration of Summer…”
Everyday life can get overwhelming and stressful at times. This is a common emotion that happens to people most of the time. But there are some, including myself, that suffers extreme bouts of extreme emotions of stress and panic attacks that can crumple them emotionally and physically. This is an anxiety disorder that I have been dealing with since I was young. Anxiety is not something that goes away but it is an emotion that can be maintained and controlled. When I get high anxiety, there are some useful methods that cal me down and I would like to share with you, especially for those book lovers who needs new ways to relax:dies
1. Reading – This an obvious activity. Studies have shown that reading relaxes the mind. So this a top activity to do relieve anxiety. But for the times when your anxiety reaches a high point, what I suggest is to read in a quiet place, like a nice isolated sport in a park or a quiet room in your house. Try not to read on the train or the bus (especially if you live in a big city like I do. Having peace and quiet on public transportation will be difficult). Keep your phone and computer away from you. Take that time to take a break from technology. If you like having music while reading, I advise classical music. The soothing, calming music will be relaxing.
Continue reading “Anxious Much? Book Lovers Guide to Relieve Anxiety”
A Woman’s Face With Nature’s Own Hand Painted
by William Shakespeare
A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
A woman’s gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change as is false women’s fashion;
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue, all hues in his controlling,
Which steals men’s eyes and women’s souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created,
Till nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
But since she pricked thee out for women’s pleasure,
Mine be thy love and thy love’s use their treasure.