Category Archives: All part of the process

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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This Year Has Got to be Better. Right?

Posted on January 3, 2008 by randomyriad

I keep trying to write a post about last year and last week, but I am in a weirdly negative place right now. I was feeling pretty good about the last year until I really took a good look at … Continue reading →

Posted in All part of the process, can't really complain but, change, developing relationships, Family, Questions and riddles, Teaching and Learning, the end is the beginning, thinking in words, working world | Tagged , , , , , | 2 Comments

Self Experiment #6: blogging as a fictional exercise

Posted on December 25, 2007 by randomyriad

I have launched my latest self experiment. It is a blog written by a fictional character, a family and personal history. My character will only be interacting with people on the blog itself. So if anyone leaves a comment my … Continue reading →

Posted in All part of the process, playing games, Self-Experiments, Telling Stories, thinking in words | Tagged , , , | 2 Comments

Her Dark Furnishings

Posted on December 18, 2007 by randomyriad

On a naked hill Above a shamble of bone built huts, She plays at chores in a well-lit palace, open to the dim world. she moves about in there rearranging her dark-polished furnishings in patterns of arabesque logic. Everyone below … Continue reading →

Posted in All part of the process, Dreamtime, House and home, poetry, visions from the dark side | Tagged , , | 2 Comments

A Woman of the River Ocean

Posted on December 16, 2007 by randomyriad

I am feeling with delicate fingers among the eel grass in the fine white sand at the bottom of the river ocean raising dusty billows in bright airy water for a part of me I never lost. There is a … Continue reading →

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