A Word A Day Keeps the Dr. Away: smithereens

4/13/16

smithereens

smithereens: small pieces; bits

I just have to say that I don't know what I would do without podcasts. My brain would likely explode into a million tiny pieces from boredom at work.

Recently, I've just been listen to this Radiolab Episode (Cellmates 4/6/2016) on repeat. Neat to think about how all of humanity blossomed out of one random merger between two cells!

smithereens

tiny, tiny, simple, simple, bopping, bopping, sitting, drifting, in the water, doing nothing, bopping, bopping, bopping, bopping.

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Eat My Words

I was once prescribed to keep a journal. I was told, write anything down- mundane occurrences, incoherent thoughts, complete nonsense- ramble on and on if I must. I did such and quickly found "what a power there is in words; later for those who hear them, but first for the one who finds them; a healing power, a solution, like the breaking of a barrier" [ayn rand]. I learned that "it helps to write it down even if you then cross it out" [nada surf]. I mean, think about it...most great authors wrote from a place of pain, their words laden with suffering, but through this inked art form I would like to think that a shred of health and sanity was salvaged just by sharing their words. and to that I dedicate this blog.