Category Archives: Being Human

In This New Year I Am Hoping for a Whole Bunch of Nothing

Posted on January 2, 2021 by randomyriad

Things were never “the way they used to be.” Things will never “be the way it is going to be.” Things are always the way they are for the time being. And the time being is always in motion. Alexander … Continue reading →

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Landslide

Posted on December 2, 2020 by randomyriad
Posted in Abstraction, Being Human, bodyworks, change, Chaos and Order, doodles, Drawing, My Art | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

A Universe in Every Mind

Posted on October 15, 2020 by randomyriad

Thinking of the stars night after night I begin to realizeThe stars are words and all the innumerable worlds in the Milky Way are words,and so is this world too. And I realize that no matter where I am,whether in … Continue reading →

Posted in All part of the process, Being Human, capturing light, Dreamtime, hidden places, internal landscape, make your own world, mindworks, my museum of inspiration, Other peoples words, paying attention, philosophy, poetry, scenes on screens, Telling Stories, visions from the dark side | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Chiaroscuro Visions

Posted on October 2, 2020 by randomyriad

The Uses of Sorrow  (In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave mea box full of darkness. It took me years to understandthat this, too, was a gift. Mary Oliver

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Palabras/Words: Poems in Spanish Translated to English #8

Posted on September 28, 2020 by randomyriad

The Teller of Tales  When I’m walking, everythingon earth gets upand stops me and whispers to me,and what they tell me is their story. And the people walkingon the road leave me their stories,I pick them up where they fellin … Continue reading →

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