My many interests provide a wealth of easy and varied entertainment. This week I have rediscovered and taken up my bodhran. Sometimes I will play the beating of my heart, at other times I will play with recorded music. On rare occasions I play with other humans, other hearts that open and share. On rare occasions, when that fifteen minutes of fame is forgotten, the me becomes the we and dancing hearts cavort and frolic as one.
Quality costs money, the best things in life are free.
My last journal entry was spoken into a microphone and edited on a keyboard. This journal entry was written with a pen on paper and manually typed into the computer. In the past, most of my journal entries have been typed into the computer from the keyboard. I wonder if the way words are recorded significantly changes the style with which they are written or the choice of their content and focus. Perhaps I will notice a difference while listening to some of these entries as I totter around a nursing home with my walker, lightweight pocket computer, and headset.