Poet, Author, Composer....
207. Breathe And I’m talking about conscious breathing. Part of my Jin Shin routine (see #187) is to take 36 conscious breaths each day. But once I started the breathing from the diaphragm, I found myself at other times in the day taking more…
206. Each Day Begins It used to be that as I drove to church on Sunday morning I would sing the tune to “When Jesus Wept.” It was a breath exercise for me and also a chance to get my voice tuning up a…
205. Philosophy of Aging It’s here in a rap—written when I was 62—and still true today. So tap your toe, get a beat going, and read it out loud. — Aging Rap — Well, we’re gonna do a little bit of aging rap That…
204. To Shred or Not To Shred – Journals, That Is I found myself a few weeks ago going back to my very first journal and trying to decide whether I should keep them with permission given to my children to read them if…
203. Choco and Rudy Hang Out As I decorate for Christmas, I pack away other things to make room. And starting yesterday the process was reversed. Now one of the things that got packed away during Advent and Christmastide was Choco-Latte. He’s a stuffed…
202. The Epiphany Star In 2004 I listened to a sermon and went home and wrote this song. I didn’t write the music out—I just wrote the words out. I took it to the Bible Study the next Wednesday and sang it to them…
201. Tell Your Own Story—and Stop Sometimes I have to slow myself down in the midst of my talking and ask: Who does this story belong to?—this story I’m getting ready to tell? When I was leading writing workshops for fifteen years there was…
200. New Light—Second by Second Each day now is a tiny bit longer. Each day now the sunset is seconds later. The light lasts and brightens, even in the midst of winter. — Star Light — world was wracked with war – oppression poverty…
199. Dark to Dawn — Disciples were gathered beside the lake, And Peter said, “I’m going fishing.” All through the night they were casting about All through the night they were filled with their doubt, ‘Till the dawn came, ‘till the light showed the…
198. Looking Back to New Year’s Eve On New Year’s Day I was remembering with my family the New Year’s Eve parties at the nursing home where I worked. I was a music therapist and worked with the recreation staff. On New Year’s Eve…
© 2010-2025 Ann Freeman Price All Rights Reserved -- Copyright notice by Blog Copyright