Mateo walked through the shin-deep snow on that cold February night in 1996. And one thought kept echoing through the dark chambers of his mind, “I can hear my heart, but I just can’t feel my life.” But he couldn’t figure out what “feel my life” meant. Because it wasn’t like he had NO feelings. Of course he had feelings. Lots of ’em. Passionately … The rest of the story…
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For a long time I sang for my supper. And breakfast, lunch, and snacks. And I sang for my monthly bills, my gasoline consumption, and even my cool clothes. When you can pay your way as a musician, do you know what they call you? Yeah, somebody who should get a real job. Wait a second! That’s not right. They call you a professional … The rest of the story…
They say (whoever “they” are) that a picture is worth a thousand words. But, on the other hand, faith comes by hearing and hearing by the word of God. So, I guess it’s up to me to connect the words to the picture. And that’s what I do on a fairly regular basis. Just like the time (many seconds ago) when I saw a … The rest of the story…
It’s the very last word in the book. And it’s actually the last AND first word of authority on all aspects of life. Not just something to shout out when financial goals are met. Or when someone announces a potluck lunch. Or just “an expression of concurrence or assent; an assertion of belief.” And it’s the last word on purpose. I think the evidence … The rest of the story…
Hold on to your hats. Because this is gonna get controversial mighty quick. Are you ready for a cold splash? How about a smack across your face? Or maybe a hair dryer in the bathtub? Yeah, it’s gonna be like all those. And maybe even more than all those put together. So. Here it is. I’ll just lay it out there. Some truth is … The rest of the story…
I was gonna say it surprises me. But it doesn’t surprise me anymore how most people still cling to antiquated and debunked theories of origin. I still think it’s sad. But not surprising. Because I’ve lived long enough to see people have figured out how to build their own thrones. And be their own kings. Or queens. But they still haven’t figured out how … The rest of the story…
The definition of the noun, refrain, is: “a repeated line or number of lines in a poem or song, typically at the end of each verse.” So, that’s what the phrase, give to gain, is in the chorus of one of my songs. Not so coincidentally the song’s title is “Give To Gain.” And I’ll say, right up front, it’s not a song about … The rest of the story…
Marketers, business coaches, motivational speakers will all tell you this. That you’ve gotta have a clear direction of where you wanna go. And what you wanna do. They’ll tell you that your master plan is where it all starts. Because if you don’t know where you’re going, how will you know when you get there? And that’s not just good advice for you as … The rest of the story…
You’ve heard this before. Never bring a knife to a gun fight. And, even if you’re a recovering public school graduate, that should make sense to you right away. But here’s something that might not make so much sense, at first glance. Never bring a gun to a sword fight. Or, I should say, don’t bring a gun and fight with The Sword. See? … The rest of the story…
Here’s a definition of it I found online: “To put on airs; to behave arrogantly. As long ago as the fourteenth century, persons of high rank rode very tall horses, a custom that came to symbolize superiority and arrogance. By 1800 or so, to be or to get on one’s high horse meant to act superior, with or without justification.” I believe a high … The rest of the story…