PRAISE: a blog

All that's amazing and a little science, too.

August 20, 2018

Fairy tales aside, I once fell in love with a toad. I was about ten years old and at a girls’ summer camp, where whenever we weren’t riding horses, we were pretending to be horses.

I must have been building one of those interminable obstacles over which we (the girls, n...

August 15, 2018

There is a river rushing fast, rushing so fast over the shallows, where blunt, gray stones mount to the surface, that a sound like steady rain fills the air. But there is no rain; only the rush of water. The pale morning deepens into purest blue overhead, and dark gree...

August 13, 2018

It was a day when the heat strikes you like a blow. The sun glared through thick air that seemed to slow and swirl around my body in a matrix of sweat and fume. I was walking up Broadway toward Central Park when I saw a man bathing in the fountain at Columbus Circle. I...

August 11, 2018

The definition of  “emerald” is, for me, a mossy rock in the woods. I walk down the rail trail through the forest in the midday heat where the only sounds are my footfalls and the thronging buzz of Neotibicen lyricen, the Lyric Cicadas in the trees. Their tiny tymbals...

August 6, 2018

I’m old enough to have a vague memory of the clacking wooden escalators in Macy’s department store on Thirty-Fourth and Broadway in New York City. It must have been Christmas – time for our annual visit to Santa Claus. In my mind, the escalator sounds like a slow-movin...

July 30, 2018

True, woodland paths are lovely this time of year, with their overarching greenery, their jutting rocks and their rooted, earthen steps, but if you’ve never hiked a 60-block stretch through the concrete canyons of New York, you just don’t know the whole story when it c...

July 25, 2018

All week it has been raining. I wake early each morning and sit by the window to listen.

The science of rain sounds like poetry:

droplets increase

          until

   they can

          no longer be...

July 23, 2018

Grace 

Recently Dave, an older friend of mine, asked me in a concerned undertone why a mutual friend – a much younger woman – colored her hair the way she did. That is to say, in all kinds of unnatural shades and hues usually seen only on God’s more splendiferous creat...

July 19, 2018

Most writers are familiar with the term “elevator pitch.” Serendipitously trapped in the shiny little box with your quarry (whether she/he be a producer, editor, agent, or another writer), in the 30+ seconds it takes for the doors to close and the elevator to rise or f...

July 13, 2018

We were all rather proper in my home, even though we were poor – especially before my mother went back to work when I (the youngest of three) turned six. My dad was an actor and always made a living at it, but sometimes that living consisted of unemployment insurance.

T...

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Why write a blog called PRAISE?

A healthy and happy life is based on gratitude. Check the science. Gratitude for the simple, everyday awesome things in life contributes to physical health as well as mental health. Depression causes physical pain as much as pain causes depression. Save your own heart! Steep your life in the language of praise.

©2018 by CELIA WATSON SEUPEL, WRITER