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But I will establish My covenant with you, and you will enter the ark - you and your sons and your wife and your sons' wives with y...

Friday, November 04, 2016

Vacation to Graceland by Phillip Cornell


Dee411 welcomes Phillip Cornell, author of Vacation to Graceland. Here are a few words about his writing process and style:

The Zone


The way I feel while I write is unparalleled. I have a feeling of weightlessness while I write away in my notebook. If anyone ask how I describe the feeling, I say I am in the zone. The zone is something you really cannot put a value on. There are times I write, just to be in the zone. Other times I cannot reach it, even if I am in the most relaxed state. I will say, most of my entertaining writings are products of the zone. I can see the picture I am describing, and where I am going with the piece I am working on. I do not want to say I get a high, but I definitely feel free. Real life can be just flat out depressing. If you as a person allow it to bring you down, then you are doomed to live a depressing life. I use writing as an outlet. With writing comes the zone! I do not care if I reach the zone once a week, as long as I get to experience it. The zone is therapeutic for my daily, weekly, and monthly experiences.


Thursday, October 20, 2016

#TBT: Music Therapy Plus

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Musictherapy.org defines œmusic therapy as an established healthcare profession that uses music to address the physical, emotional, cognitive, and social needs of individuals of all ages. Music therapy improves the quality of life for persons who are well and meets the needs of children and adults with disabilities or illnesses.


Wednesday, September 28, 2016

The Opposite of Loneliness by Marina Keegan

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Author of The Opposite of Loneliness: Essays and Stories

We don't have a word for the opposite of loneliness, but if we did, I could say that's what I want in life. What I'm grateful and thankful to have found at Yale, and what I'm scared of losing when we wake up tomorrow and leave this place.

It's not quite love and it's not quite community; it's just this feeling that there are people, an abundance of people, who are in this together. Who are on your team. When the check is paid and you stay at the table. When it's four a.m. and no one goes to bed. That night with the guitar. That night we can't remember. That time we did, we went, we saw, we laughed, we felt. The hats.

Yale is full of tiny circles we pull around ourselves. A cappella groups, sports teams, houses, societies, clubs. These tiny groups that make us feel loved and safe and part of something even on our loneliest nights when we stumble home to our computers -- partner-less, tired, awake. We won't have those next year. We won't live on the same block as all our friends. We won't have a bunch of group-texts.