When the first word in a book is as casual as OK, you wonder if it is of any merit. A quick walk into the preface and you realize the power of this book is in its simplicity. A deep dive and you are engrossed in the complex world of the brain but in a fun way through this book.
A Million Things To Ask A Neuroscientist – the brain made easy is listed for ages 12+ but I would recommend it for at least Grade 9 and above. Written in a succinct style, it contains some scientific terms that may disengage a younger reader. For anyone into the basics of the science of the brain and fiery neurons filled with questions on how this super organ works and controls the human body, this is one fascinating read.
They say sights make lasting memories, a touch imprints forever but it was the smells that lie splattered across her memory-scape. This is her story through the years, tracing an olfactory journey, as she put the pieces together, wondering what lies next.
1980 – It is the smell of soap – an expensive luxury bar of white soap. The aroma of the soap in the bathroom and the silhouette of a man carrying that aroma are vivid in her memory. She was barely 3 years old. She can recognize that smell anywhere but does not come across it often. She does not remember who he was but the memory is so distinct that she ponders over it.
For Mental Health Awareness Month, I got the opportunity to read one of my favorite literary forms – poetry. J. Maxwell (Twitter @JMaxwell_Writer), author and illustrator’s debut poetry collection, Sober Thoughts from the Crazy House, is a candid evocation of his journey from mental health issues to a more sober approach to life.
One of the first steps to recovery, to solve issues permeating our lives, is to accept the situation and to seek help. J. Maxwell starts with the backstory of his struggles and how he overcame years of addiction and self-abuse. Words provided an artistic refuge. In searching for the words to express, Maxwell was seeking answers.
Hidden, unspoken Behind a facade Of the daily grind Chores to keep the mind Away from the surge Of emotions unheard. Latent they lay Waiting for the day To capture their prey Rip apart the semblance Of holding it together Stronger they grow The more you ignore!
I wrote this before 2019 – a different context & mood – when we did not know about a pandemic waiting to be unleashed. Macabre, how true these lines are today, as we battle second wave of Covid19 in our country.
I see darkness Bloom from within Sprouting like deadly fungi Asphyxiating our breath Killing our senses With neon doses of despair
They run through The sunlit grove Summer in their hair Sweat clinging to strands Sun-kissed now Sunburnt at dusk It bothers not much For childhood is about Fruit orchards Yellow fields An amusing prank here A scraped knee there Making memories Before the sun sets!
Addicted to chaos I enjoy the rumblings Of thunder hounds Gathering in the horizon Promise of a storm In the dark clouds; The Devil howls A clarion call For rain to descend; In torrents, in the slush I am one with the anguish Of nature, flooding Drifting, breaking