Habit poses innocuously as a normalizing aspect, lending a sense of
stability.
But rooted in a habit provides it status as a force.
While we’d resist being stripped of our freedom by another person, we allow
ourselves to be enslaved by a force of habit.
They’ve robbed us of our health, made us fat, divided us and stole our
sense of free will.
They often exist within us unabated, sometimes undetected, like a blind
spot in the eye.
3/19/04
Grandma Linda is a squigily peg in a square hole. Her poetry is aimed at moving the world to love, unity and perfect margaritas. And after years of perfecting the art, she has the skill to paint a better world and make it so.
When she is not serving customers, gazing at rocks, or visiting her grandchildren Linda is writing poetry. And even during all the above activities she has been known to write still.
– Zackary (self proclaimed “Favorite Grandson”)