Joe: “I just found out I have a multiple personality disorder.”
Pete: “What are you going to do, Joe?”
Joe: “I’m going to tell everyone else.”
Day: August 11, 2021
🍎 Today’s Health Question ~ Is Dreaming Beneficial?
Dreaming May Help Coping with Major Life Stresses
“[Dreaming] is almost like having an internal therapist, because you associate [through dreams] to previous similar feelings, and you work through the emotion related to it so that it is reduced by morning.” Although some researchers believe dreams are just a byproduct of sleep, others think dreams are important for memory consolidation or conflict resolution. [Researchers] have found clues to suggest that dreams may help with mood regulation.
🌞 Today’s Inspiration ~ Each Disappointment Provides a New Opportunity
“When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.”
✒️ Writers’ Wisdom ~ The Cause of Writer’s Block
“It’s not the fear of writing that blocks people, it’s fear of not writing well; something quite different.” ~ Scott Berkun
💡 Something to Think About
Be the moment. What is this moment asking of you? Listen to it. Adapt and fit into it formlessly.
👊 Today’s Power Thought ~ The Gut Knows
It’s wise to seek counsel from others. Consider the advice given and test it against the feelings rising in your gut. Your gut will tell you if the advice is for you or if you should reject it.
🤗 A Better Life ~ It Will Only Take a Moment
Take a moment today, one single moment, and when you discover something inspiring on the web, share it with a friend. You may pick someone up at a low moment. Do it!
🌾 Today’s Poem ~ I Have Loved Hours at Sea
I Have Loved Hours At Sea
Sara Teasdale
I have loved hours at sea, gray cities,
The fragile secret of a flower,
Music, the making of a poem
That gave me heaven for an hour;First stars above a snowy hill,
Voices of people kindly and wise,
And the great look of love, long hidden,
Found at last in meeting eyes.
The fragile secret of a flower,
Music, the making of a poem
That gave me heaven for an hour;First stars above a snowy hill,
Voices of people kindly and wise,
And the great look of love, long hidden,
Found at last in meeting eyes.
I have loved much and been loved deeply —
Oh when my spirit’s fire burns low,
Leave me the darkness and the stillness,
I shall be tired and glad to go.
