Sunday, December 28, 2025
Arvo Part
State
Thursday, December 4, 2025
No freedom
Wednesday, December 3, 2025
Death
- Fernando Pessoa
Tuesday, November 25, 2025
Thursday, November 20, 2025
Monday, November 17, 2025
Give my best
Saturday, November 15, 2025
Friday, November 14, 2025
Fixate
Thursday, November 13, 2025
Monday, November 10, 2025
Drawing
Always better at the source
See through your eyes
King and Queen
Right
Sunday, November 9, 2025
Friday, November 7, 2025
Thursday, October 23, 2025
Own
Thoughts on anger:
Turn the other cheek: I am so powerful I don't even get angry
Don't give anger a chance to latch on to anything
3.
Anger is a sign that you are not able to self-regulate
Friday, October 17, 2025
Sunday, October 12, 2025
Advice to me from my mom: Meera
Tuesday, September 30, 2025
Solitary Reaper
The Solitary Reaper
Sunday, September 21, 2025
Friday, September 19, 2025
Not all same
Monday, September 15, 2025
No signs of slowing
Saturday, September 13, 2025
Friday, September 12, 2025
Joe Bousquet
Thursday, September 11, 2025
Monday, September 8, 2025
Thursday, August 28, 2025
Tuesday, August 26, 2025
Expression
Monday, August 25, 2025
Thursday, August 21, 2025
Wednesday, August 20, 2025
Foos shelter clothing
Monday, August 18, 2025
Friday, August 15, 2025
God
She arrived
She dropped the package
And has already left
I have don't even know how that happened
Sunday, August 10, 2025
Saturday, August 9, 2025
Thursday, August 7, 2025
Tuesday, August 5, 2025
J Kincaid
Saturday, August 2, 2025
Saturday, July 26, 2025
On Mischaracterizing a loving dad
Evident
Tuesday, July 22, 2025
Wednesday, July 16, 2025
Monday, July 14, 2025
Real
- Manjusrimitra
Somewhere else
Friday, July 11, 2025
Friday, July 4, 2025
DeMello
— The Way to Love by Anthony De Mello
Tuesday, July 1, 2025
One
Friday, June 27, 2025
Do something
Wednesday, June 25, 2025
Lisa as a girl
Your wish has been granted
Life
Saturday, May 10, 2025
Thursday, May 1, 2025
Sunday, April 27, 2025
Wednesday, April 9, 2025
Jim VandeHei
Love
Tuesday, April 1, 2025
Gold inside - poem ideas
Saturday, March 29, 2025
Thursday, March 27, 2025
Wednesday, March 26, 2025
Monday, March 24, 2025
Saturday, March 22, 2025
Hilary on Bach
Bach is, for me, the touchstone that keeps my playing honest. Keeping the intonation pure in double stops, bringing out the various voices where the phrasing requires it, crossing the strings so that there are not inadvertent accents, presenting the structure in such a way that it's clear to the listener without being pedantic – one can't fake things in Bach, and if one gets all of them to work, the music sings in the most wonderful way.
God
Wednesday, March 19, 2025
Saturday, March 15, 2025
Thursday, March 13, 2025
Wednesday, March 12, 2025
George Wesley burrows
Tuesday, March 11, 2025
Monday, March 10, 2025
Tuesday, March 4, 2025
Re: Draw notes poem
I draw beautyI look at the blue waterSparkles in the moving waterYellow moon hanging horizontalI belong to that ancient communityOf craftsmen that chiseled grace and beautyOne stone at a timeI am of ancient ilkAncient KannadigaIn pen and inkDrawing blue watersThe flight of pigeonsWaiting peopleNursing cell phonesThe line is movingOne wave at a timeCatch the wingAgainst the light of the skyAs it disappears into the blueFrom where I place my feetI spot a hyacinth parakeetSea gull in flightDrawing upon lifeWorking on the ideasRattling in the trainIdeasWorking the trainWorking the
Draw
Sunday, March 2, 2025
The sky
From above,
Gauze of blue green oxidized
Light inflaming the territory of the morning
Clumps and clumps of rectangles
Graveyards of buildings
Undulating highways like threads
Mirror of water bodies, floating as space Fe
Circles and
Herds and clumps of rectangles,
Etching on the planar
Tattoo on land
Gauze of tenements
Like rules on paper
Highways snaking through cloth of green
You see the mouth of the river open to the sea
The sky and the sea are one
They converge as a gray band
The gray band of the horizon
Uniting the sea and the sky
Lake of clouds swimming on open space.
Like quiet space vehicles
Space spectacles
Scimitars
They are going in some direction, like geese
Arrangement of flat land in skeins of green and sienna
Islands like moles
Muddy water in a cesspool of
Silent water of blue green algae
Blue green algal water of silence
The blue green algal water of widening silence and expanse
Hard light Light burning my skin
Flurry of clouds composed in mediating
Scattering of clouds in folded arms, meditating
What are they praying for?
See the journey of the river exposed alll the way to its mouth and tail,
Tail expanding to the sea
Clouds,
Cotton over gauze
Protecting the folded skin of earth
Standing sentinel
Where the clouds cleave and the silence of the water begins, where the sky meets the water, where is all the matter?
Are the clouds, water earth and sky, where do they begin and where do they end?
Dream sequence of moving shapes
Gauzy dream sequence of moving rectangles and flurry school of clouds
Revealing strange patterns,
Hydras and tentacles and scruffy rectangles, lineaments of blurry lines, intersecting fugues,
Where are you taking me?
Would you move me over the mountains?
And
Thelambswool of furry greens
Blue mountains at the rim of sight
Buttons of green
Feathers of green,
Flowers of green
Flat land
—-
Raja Rocket.
—
The sound of death,
I imagine to be,
A muffled pop
Up in the dark skies
Made by a diwali rocket raja
—
Flare snare umbilical crackle jettison
Ricochet spectacle riotous flames
Thunderous roar snip stump
Crying, kookaburra, piping shrill
Skittering, whistling, screaming whistles
Erupt force field gravity
Death defying gravity
Lineaments shrill throttle
—
Erupting from the glass vessel
Where he lay limp and slanted
Lit by a cheetah's fight match
That extinguished his slumber
With a full throttle snake hiss
—
Levitating for a brief second
With sparks flowing from his gills
What an anticipation in generates
When sparks ricochet on ground
And Raja throttles for take off
—
Drafting the pale
Thrusting for take off
With a snake hiss and spark tongue
With a snake's hiss and spark tongues
Snake's hiss and spark tongue
Deafening the tenement homes
With spark tongue and snake hiss
Snake's hiss and spark tongue
Deafening the air waves
With a hissing screaming whistle
Shocking the
Screaming whistle
Whistling in
From where it slanted lay
Slaying the guardian air
Unleashing
—-
Knifing though the cold air
Dropping garlands of sparks
Dragon carrier of flames
Hissing and releasing smoke
As it speeds into the night
—-
As it ascends to the sky
Releasing smoke and stares
Hypnotic stare
Offloading garlands of spark flames
Dropping dragon skein of flames
Garlands of flames
Burst flames burnt crack and pop
Reverb mild echo
Mild echoes ricocheting
The pop across October skies
That shot up skyward
With great gumption
Bellowing like a beast
Lighting the moment
With electric flare
Jetting up in which direction
You could never really tell,
Sulphur tinctures your nose
Cinder clouds your eyes
But in the blink of an eye
Rocket Raja has bolted
Some Raja's were known to stall,
Unwilling to take off, even with
Prodding and re-lighting
Laying limp and still-born;
Rest in peace, Raja
On even rarer occasions,
After a somnambulists silence
The wick would erupt in a flare
And blow up the beer bottle
Melting the ground in fury
Rarity of an eclipse
Look at him
His majesty
His movements
His suave
So confidant
So arresting
Charming motherfucker
Releasing trails of sparks
Then there is a silence
And everything gets dark
You see nothing
Only the warm glow of a cinder
The raja rocket is shooting
What a spectacle of stars
Scribbling spark lines
Against October skies
The movement get slower
The spark trails are dimmer
The last flush of sparks appear
Released from the gills
Hiss, weep, core, glow, charcoal
Muffle,
The core is still glowing
Painting sparks of
Up to the stars
The trail is dimmer
The sparks are softer
Then a sharp pop
Upward and
Cloud your eyes
With
Shooting skyward
I imagine it freezing
At some planar moment
Releasing that sigh
Of a muffled pop.
At the time of the sound
I imagine it suspending
Operations in thin air
Releasing the last sigh
Into the laughing silence
Of the universe
The remains gently descending
Into an inflorescence of soft glowing cinder
Streaking patterns of
Very rarely, you encounter the stump
Burnr remains of a soul that lived
The splendour of an ascendense
Replete with the regalia of the king
Soul of sivakasi,
Wrenching hands of boys and girls
Creating this mythic pygmalion
That still hold the fertile imagination
Of men past their prime.
-//
What would the vapor of death be like?
And with what fragrance? I know not,
But I imagine, the sound, yes the sound
Of death is clear in my head
—
What would the vapor of death be like?
What fragrance, what
Does death have a shape?
Upland deciduous mist?
After Shooting skyward
With
Earthward
poem in the rough
I have come looking for you looking for me.
I am seeking you seeking me.
Missed in the golden fountains missed in the golden fountains in the golden fountains. Where are you? Where am I. Seeking the same thing you and I where are you? Where am I.
Take in the blanket of fog amongst the canopy of leaves purpose.
Tall, grasses, and ferns line pines to the heavens.
Cormorants and parakeets.
Seeking you seeking eye where are you? Where am I?
Come here to find you.
I have come here to find you next line.
Where are you? I am here. Where are you?
I have come here. Looking for you.
Looking for me looking for you.
Where are you?
All around me next paragraph where are you?
And moping me enveloping me.
You're all over me. I'm all over you.
Where are you? I've come looking for you
I hear you in the birds
In the sprinkling of the golden flowers. I see you in the tall grass weighing in the wind.
Among the wrestling grass.
The tilt of the daffodils toward the sun.
Where are you? I've come looking for you.
You're all over me , I'm all over you
I've come to look for you.
Come looking. I want to find you. Where are you?
In the cool air that breezes passed me.
In the garden dove with red feet that is seeking something to eat
In the rustle of the leaves, in the call of the bird in the call of the Miner
In the EE quietness, and the hush of quiet
In the still, I've come looking for you.
Come to find you where are you. I hear the words, I feel the water, I see the fog, I see the fountain in the golden evening, I see wet hydrangea, I see golden daffodils, I see ancient Pines reaching the heavens, I feel the mosquitoes hovering around me,
I see dark branches, I see the leftovers of the evening rain, I feel the range range to evening,
Are you here. Is this you
I've come looking for you. Where are you?
Are you here?
I will quietly walk. I will keep my eyes open. I will hear you. I will feel you. I am looking for you. I've come looking for you .
I see signs. All over me. Strong signals. I'm in the right place. I see signs all over me. I feel the signs all over me. My instincts are right. I've come looking for you next next paragraph
The light is directing. The bird calls our signaling. The water is gurgling. The light is leaning. All the signs are leading. All the signs are leading all the signals are pointing to the right place. I am here in the right place. I've come looking for you, I am here. I am here.
I can hear your breathing. I can hear you reflect the sound of my shoes, walking. You are making some sounds, you are amused by me. I know you are here. I can sense you. I can feel you and I can hear your breath. I can hear you as I can feel the flutter of the birds, I can hardly see them, but I can see them. Like the flashing light of the lightning bug I can hear you as I can hear my footsteps.
I can hear you as I can hear my footsteps. I can feel you as I feel the breeze. I can see you, yonder, in the dark behind the branches of the trees. I can feel your body so in proximity. I can feel your body right here. I can feel your breath.
I have come to your territory. Now I am in your temple. I am at the sanctum sang tour. Nothing is obvious, everything is obvious.
I hear me, my heart. I feel my breath, my movements, my hands flapping, I hear my footsteps
I am plowing through. I am walking fast. I am getting closer.
Are you here? I'm here.
Joy
Protein bars
Bose headphones
Cashews
Indian snacks
Cup of noodles
Car charger
Light jacket
Set of pastels
Joy:
Light jacket
Set of pastels
Ink brushes
Cup of noodles
Roasted cashews
Bose headphones
Dear king Menkaura
What message do you have for me,
From the old dynasty?
That stunning person beside you
most certainly looks like your queen
Although, the chatter of
Art historians amuse bouche me
with their endless vacillation
Of who she can be.
Mother! Are you kidding me?
What message do you bring for me?
Your lady is gripping you
tightly around your waist.
And that is what I carry.
A lady with a firm grip around her man.
I like that!
Thank you dear present sculptor,
for chiseling to life, steely king Menkaura
with his beautiful queen,
secured in a basement at present,
in Boston, as stolen property
from the Giza.
You still pulsate.
Radiate mad heat.
You and your lover
They say you're incomplete.
They have noticed unpolished surface
that is bothering their ilk.
Dear artist, you must be amused.
Don't they know by now, nothing is ever complete, yet everything is finished?
King Menkaura has FINISHED the museum
In Boston!
If they took away everything, everything,
You and her would still make the museum.
You and her
That is what you carry
You carry love through eternity.
You still carry it for me.
Saturday, March 1, 2025
Friday, February 28, 2025
Not worth
Thursday, February 27, 2025
Tuesday, February 25, 2025
What the living do?
And the Drano won't work but smells dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled up
waiting for the plumber I still haven't called. This is the everyday we spoke of.
It's winter again: the sky's a deep, headstrong blue, and the sunlight pours through
the open living-room windows because the heat's on too high in here and I can't turn it off.
For weeks now, driving, or dropping a bag of groceries in the street, the bag breaking,
I've been thinking: This is what the living do. And yesterday, hurrying along those
wobbly bricks in the Cambridge sidewalk, spilling my coffee down my wrist and sleeve,
I thought it again, and again later, when buying a hairbrush: This is it.
Parking. Slamming the car door shut in the cold. What you called that yearning.
What you finally gave up. We want the spring to come and the winter to pass. We want
whoever to call or not call, a letter, a kiss—we want more and more and then more of it.
But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass,
say, the window of the corner video store, and I'm gripped by a cherishing so deep
for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I'm speechless:
I am living. I remember you.
Marie Howe
Ode to his brother
Monday, February 24, 2025
You have arrived
Saturday, February 22, 2025
Thursday, February 20, 2025
Something in me
Some poems
Tuesday, February 18, 2025
Paul Walker: Notes on Music
From: Paul Walker <paul@pwjw.com>
Date: October 8, 2014 at 21:48:00 EDT
To:
Subject: An approach to 20th century composed musicSo I'm going to go out way on a limb and say there are two key things in 20th century composed music people find confusing - the disonnance or atonality and the minimalist or non-traditional structure. And there's a hard path from AC/DC to, say, the threnody.
Given that those two themes exist, I've decided to approach a listening list this way. I'm going to give you a few major works in each vein in "increasing hardness" and you tell me as you listen to them when you get stuck and what inspires you.
But first, lets go back a bit. I have the view, and lots agree, that the first 20th century composer was Beethoven, much in the "clinton was the first black president" sense. So I really think its important to start with just a refresher of what he was doing in the early 19th century. I would strongly recommend starting with the seventh symphony. I actually think B7 is my favorite piece of music in the world, and I also think that, perhaps, it is the best in an absolute sense. Yup, I went there.
Karajan is the canonical recording. Here's 4 & 7: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/beethoven-symphonies-nos.-4-7/id4568514
OK so you've listened to 7 a couple of times? You realize it's actually the root of pop music? Got it? Good.
So now lets jump ahead a bit. Still not in the 20th c quite, but Mahler's second symphony (resurrection) is where a lot of people think it all starts going a bit you know, pear shaped and fun. So that's next.
https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/mahler-symphony-no.-2-resurrection/id81847968
And wow, that's a lot of orchestras. But you have it, right?
So OK we will come back to that in a minute or two. But while we are ramping up the start of the 20th century, lets jump to one of the endpoints which sort of emerged from a different tradition - minimalism. Lots going on here, and in a way in a totally different tradition than Mahler or Beethoven. But worth a listen to start. I think the most accessible place to start is Steve Reich. Since you are a guitarist, let me suggest you start with Pat Metheney playing "Electric Counterpoint". https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/reich-different-trains-electric/id155903334
This is very meditative and structural music. If you liked it you will also love music for 18 musicians: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/music-for-18-musicians/id79577274
Hmm. So that's really different than the symphonies. So how should we approach this?
Well lets go back into the 20th century orchestral and land on Shostakovich Symphony #4. He actually pulled the performance of this piece, since Stalin had called it bourgois and corrupt, and was going to, basically, kill Shostakovich. So there's that. I don't know this recording but it seems ok. But listen to the start. That screech. Hmm. That's not in the beethoven. And it's only hinted at in the Mahler, right?
https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/shostakovich-symphony-no.-4/id717431457
So what had happened? Well what had happened is a group of people - schoenberg, webern, berg - had decided in the early 20th c to completely throw out traditional music theory. And they ended up writing some amazingly lovely music. To give you an idea, he started mahleresqe. String quartet number two, for instance, is amazing: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/schoenberg-string-quartet/id322916483
but then wow. He tossed all that. Listen, just a short time later, to Five Piano Pieces, Op 23 https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/schoenberg-piano-music-piano/id203939737
So what happened? Well structurally Schoenberg was trying to communicate musical ideas without traditional key. He invented a new music theory. And he made some amazing music. And some rather crap followers in his wake. Because - and here's the trick - it's easy to get "emperor has no clothes" with this stuff. Music connects with humans on an emotional level. Being as free and formal as schoenberg was led to others skipping that critical step. I will leave out all of, say, Morton Feldman for this reason. But if you like this, Berg and Webern are really fun. Like check out this nutso reimagining of a bach fugue by webern: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/fuga-no.-2-ricercata-6-voci/id401536226?i=401537819
Gnugh now your head is exploding right? OK so go listen to abbey road for a bit. I'll be waiting. Because we are going to get to some harder stuff.
Hey great. Can we go back to some minimalists again for a bit? One of the canonical works is Terry Riiley's "In C". https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/t.-riley-in-c/id307564987 This is really the minimalism which gripped the back of 20C. Cage, Reich, Reilley. These guys were dominant. And it had that structural sound. You get things like piano phase and the swinging mics over amps for pulsing feedback. Some amazing music. But a theme. Piano Phase is key because it is 10 notes on two pianos and one is a teensy bit faster than the other. Really worth a listen. https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/piano-phase-single/id401273221
But where did these minimalists emerge from? It seems like we are missing something. Somewhere between Shostakovich (sort of "Beethoven on Steroids"), Schoenberg and crew ("A new music theory") and the Reich/Riley crew (change the length scale of music in time), there's a missing link.
And that missing link is the hard stuff.
It's hard for two reasons. First a lot of it is crap. Real crap. Impossible to listen to.
But second, some of it isn't, but it is still really really hard. Really hard because it is active listening. You need to think about the tradition and structure of the music as presented.
And I see it in three composers worth your time: Xenakis. Ligeti. Penderecki. This is where the real fear starts kicking in.
Lets just jump to the punch line. Penderecki wrote this bit "Threnody for the victims of hiroshima". It is terrifying. It is haunting. I can't listen to it often. But I do listen to it more than you'd think.
https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/threnody-for-victims-hiroshima/id19296165?i=19296147
Before you say it is unadulterated shit, listen three times.
And if you can get through that, try and find the ligeti requiem - which I can't find on itunes.
But its not all just noise walls. There's still music in that structure. Listen to the ligeti piano etudes. (They are etudes in only the most insane sense that they do require study).
https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/ligeti-etudes-musica-ricercata/id263084597
listen to #13, L'Escalier de whatzit. See. No more standard rythm or tone or structure and music comes differently.
OK this wacky edge of the 20th C is basically unlistenable at scale. Only a total dickhead would put this on his party mix at christmas. And no, i didn't. Everyone would rather hear exile on main street with a beer and a few friends. This is different.
But some of it is remarkable, so let me leave you with one of my other favorite bits of music. Which is sort of the culmination of a lot of these themes into a modern chamber music which in many ways un-rejects the things the 20th century was rejecting, and develops a new music. The album "Road Movies" by John Adams has some amazing Piano/Violin, Two Piano, and Solo Piano work. I listen to this album all the time. Love it. It is music come out of the back of the intellectual ringer and interesting. https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/road-movies/id327047360
So let me know what you like and hate. And I'll offer more guides.
Don't Complain - and other cool wellness tips
From NYT, Feb 2025
35 Simple Health Tips Experts Swear By
When I find myself stuck in a pattern of negative thinking, I try not to complain for seven days. It retrains your brain to stop going down a negative path. I write "Don't complain!" on a sticky note right by my bed so I see it when I wake up.
Dr. Kali D. Cyrus
Psychiatrist and assistant professor at Johns Hopkins Medicine
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My second-grade teacher, Ms. Edson, told us: If something feels too hard to do, it just means that the first step isn't small enough. So often when we're struggling, we tell ourselves that it's a sign that we're broken or that something is our fault, and then we freeze. But when something is too hard in the moment, tell yourself Ms. Edson's advice.
Becky Kennedy
Clinical psychologist, parenting expert and founder of Good Inside
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I do small actions day to day that keep me connected with other people. I didn't used to. But then my research began to show people who do are happier, live longer and stay healthier. I started deliberately making dates with friends, going out to dinner with other guys. I have a Friday noon meeting every week with my friend and colleague Marc. And I make small, frequent contact with other people I want to stay connected to. Texting counts.
Dr. Robert J. Waldinger
Director of the Harvard Study of Adult Development
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There's lots of work on what's called time affluence, the subjective sense that you have some free time. The simple act of giving myself a break — two to five minutes to catch my breath between tasks — makes me feel less time-famished. Studies would suggest that just changing that sense of time famine can have a disproportionate impact on well-being.
Laurie Santos
Cognitive scientist and happiness expert at Yale University
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Each year, make a commitment during your birthday month to schedule all your annual health checkups. Schedule them for anytime in the next year before your next birthday. Keeping your health in check requires consistent care. This helps make sure that you get it done.
Dr. Folasade P. May
Gastroenterologist and associate professor of medicine at U.C.L.A.
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Often when I'm feeling mentally foggy, I use the 10-10-10 rule: Take a 10-second break every 10 minutes to stare at something 10 feet away. This not only helps reduce eye strain from screen time, but the brief mental break can help boost your focus and refresh your cognitive clarity.
Lisa Mosconi
Neuroscientist and director of the Weill Cornell Women's Brain Initiative
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4-7-8 breathing
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5 things to hear, smell, taste, see....feel
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I look for opportunities for bite-size "movement snacks." Exposure to different movements helps prevent injury and increases range of motion. When you leave a room, touch the top of the doorway. If you walk by a playground, just go hang on the monkey bar for a little bit. Put your hands against the wall, lean forward and pedal out your feet to flex your ankles. Look for times to sit on the ground, so you have to get back up. Try brushing your teeth on one foot.
Michelle Voss
Associate professor of brain sciences at the University of Iowa
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If you wake up in the middle of the night, don't get up (unless you really have to pee). Instead, lie on your back and do 10 rounds of 4-7-8 breathing (inhaling for four seconds, holding it for seven and exhaling for eight). Then count backward from 300 by threes. The breaths slow your heart rate, while the math keeps your mind from racing. It works so well, it's like taking an Ambien.
Michael Breus
Sleep specialist and author of "Sleep Drink Breathe"
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Curiosity is a superpower! It helped me learn to work with and overcome my own panic attacks. Whenever I notice the "Oh no!" voice in my head when I'm worrying, I can flip the inflection to the "Ohh?!" of being curious: "Oh, here's heart racing. Oh, here's sweaty palms. Oh, here's feeling like I'm short of breath." When I bring curiosity to each of those by themselves, it doesn't feel as bad.
Judson Brewer
Director of research and innovation at the Mindfulness Center at Brown University
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Create a secret, quirky phrase that you say to yourself when you stop your work for the day to shift out of professional mode. (I used to say: "Schedule shutdown complete.") When ruminations about work arise, you can simply respond: "I said my shutdown phrase." Over time, the urge to obsess over work diminishes.
Cal Newport
Author of "Slow Productivity"
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"Stop, Breathe, Be" is a three-second brain reset to help manage anxiety in the moment. The instructions are in the name: Stop whatever you're doing, take a brief pause. Take a deep breath in and out. Be grounded in the present moment. "Stop, Breathe, Be" gets you out of "What if?" thinking and back to what is, in the here and now.
Dr. Aditi Nerurkar
Harvard physician specializing in stress and burnout
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During my workday, one of the most restorative things I can do is listen to a song I love between clients. If I listen to some Snoop Dogg, I'm going to feel a little recharged. It puts you in a different zone. I have a playlist that has gospel music and Megan Thee Stallion and all sorts of stuff.
Nedra Glover Tawwab
Licensed clinical social worker
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Short bursts of intense exercise — burpees, sprints on a bike, taking the stairs at work — are both physically and metabolically valuable. I make sure to put them into my life a couple of times every week.
Dr. Jordan D. Metzl
Sports medicine physician at the Hospital for Special Surgery in New York
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Diaphragmatic breathing — using your diaphragm to take deep, controlled breaths and expand your belly, followed by exhaling slowly and letting your belly fall — stimulates vagus nerve activity and potentially reduces gastrointestinal symptoms such as bloating. I do it at bedtime for about 10 minutes.
Dr. Lin Chang
Gastroenterologist at U.C.L.A. Health
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A couple of times a day, I consciously drop my shoulders, sigh and think to myself: "Let go."
Sherry Cormier
Psychologist and bereavement trauma expert