Category Archives: Being Human

Maybe This Is How Heaven is Made on Earth

Posted on August 29, 2021 by randomyriad

“All the believers continued together in close fellowship and shared their belongings with one another. They would sell property and possessions and distribute the money among all according to what each needed. Day after day they met as group and … Continue reading →

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More Ideas About Living as a Human Being in a Crowded Confusing World

Posted on August 21, 2021 by randomyriad

“Do not fight against pain; do not fight against irritation or jealousy. Embrace them with great tenderness, as though you were embracing a little baby. Your anger is yourself, and you should not be violent toward it. The same thing … Continue reading →

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2021 Graphic Journal #30: Aug 14- Aug 18

Posted on August 19, 2021 by randomyriad

Lost In Summer

Posted in Abstraction, All part of the process, Being Human, Chaos and Order, Collage, doodles, Drawing, investigations of color, mindworks, My Art, my life, Of the Road and The River, On the Salish Sea, Self-Experiments, summer, Works in Progress | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

2021 Graphic Journal #27: July 29- Aug. 1

Posted on August 1, 2021 by randomyriad

Pieces in Process

Posted in Abstraction, All part of the process, anthropology, Being Human, change, Chaos and Order, Check this out, Collage, doodles, investigations of color, My Art, seeds of chimera, symbioses and synthesis, Works in Progress | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

Richard Wilbur: Love Calls Us to the Things of This World

Posted on July 24, 2021 by randomyriad

Originally posted on Vox Populi:
The eyes open to a cry of pulleys, And spirited from sleep, the astounded soul Hangs for a moment bodiless and simple As false dawn. Outside the open window The morning air is all awash…

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