Author: wordhabit

oh freedomoh freedomoh freedom over meand before i’ll be a slavei’ll be burried in my graveand go home to my Lordand be free i’m in a singing mood.

some glad morningwhen this life is overi’ll fly away…when i die, hallelujah by and byi’ll fly away now that’s where i get a bit confused. is it talking about being immediately taken up to heaven after death? if so, i guess i can’t sing the song. darn.

i’m working more on my writing…it’s a love-hate combo. well, hate’s a bit strong. sometimes the editing/reworking process is actually enjoyable. other times it’s a right pain. today has been good. more and more, i’m recognizing the value in other ppl’s opinion of my work. sometimes my work is good and sometimes it’s not. i…

curling is fabulous! it’s the sort of thing you can’t do just once…well, i can’t do it just once even though my first time has left me in pain…but i’ll discuss that later.i’m trying to think of how curling is analogous to living. i typically create ineffective analogies so perhaps i shouldn’t try now. but…

two nights later….i saw/heard jane bunnett and the spirits of havana…lovelysidenote: i’ve tried to describe music lately and no adjective seems sufficient/qualified/right.(meanwhile, back on the ranch) jane plays soprano sax and flute…wicked tone and finger action…her entire being connects to the music. the spirits of havana include trumpet, standing bass, drums, congas, and keyboard. i…

millions of teens across north america blog. they detail deeply personal things that would shock, and do shock, the pants off their parents. blogging has replaced the dear old diary in a way that is so public, some teens are paying the price…not only are their parents finding out but so are predators. because of…

forgive the title but understand that with mornings come all sorts of regrets and brilliant thoughts, the thoughts that somehow escaped you just hours prior. the interview was good…………..i think. the committee was very inviting, almost too inviting. in retrospect, i feel as if they weren’t as hard on me as they could have been….