Author Archives: randomyriad

Midwinter

Posted on February 4, 2008 by randomyriad

A fine, white dust of snow Scattered on the glass table outside the kitchen window Winter’s presence fading buds begin to show on the early trees Spring more than a month away struggles for a foothold on Winter’s slippery perch … Continue reading →

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I Wake Up and Turn On the Light + Preschool Fairy Tales

Posted on February 3, 2008 by randomyriad

I Feeling My Way Through Winter I have been lulled into a drowsy scattered lethargy by weather, minor illness, and the petty nagging boring irritations of trying to live a life without adequate funding. I am waking myself yet again. … Continue reading →

Posted in All part of the process, change, novel projects, paying attention, poetry, Puppetry, Self-Experiments, Teaching and Learning, Telling Stories, thinking in words, winter, working world | Tagged , , , , , | 5 Comments

There’s no day like a snow day

Posted on January 30, 2008 by randomyriad

A catchy title for a pretty boring-ass day. There is more ice than snow now as the rain is starting to freeze a little. The sounds of horror drift down from upstairs as my children entertain themselves with scary movies. … Continue reading →

Posted in Check this out, Dreamtime, House and home, scenes on screens, thinking in words, visions from the dark side, winter | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Some Kandinsky to Brighten My Winter Blues

Posted on January 24, 2008 by randomyriad

Wassily Kandinsky is one of my favorite artist. He did experiments in line, color and shape like a scientist. His paintings have an innocent and energetic quality of intellectual curiosity and passion for surprise that I am lacking these days … Continue reading →

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Winter Night Walk

Posted on January 21, 2008 by randomyriad

I walk back from the corner store my foggy breaths leading me up the hill. I see Orion in the southern sky so clear against the indigo with the crescent silver shining just over his outstretched arm. The sky dome … Continue reading →

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