Category Archives: paying attention

Living Like Falling Water

Posted on September 17, 2013 by randomyriad

My divorce is final, and I have been feeling very empty and removed from the world. I have been feeling a lot of anger toward my now ex-wife, but today I walked and made my life start from today. I … Continue reading →

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Love in the Complex World

Posted on July 11, 2013 by randomyriad

  I want to learn this:   for I am mad with    devouring ecstasy to make joyous hymns for the whole earth. Walt Whitman, Excelsior I wonder if it is possible. I think I remember coming close a few times … Continue reading →

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Attitudes and Obsessions: Three Random Journal Entries from 2012

Posted on December 9, 2012 by randomyriad

5/13 There are rules and algorithms to operating in social life effectively. These rules have often been a mystery to me. Luckily I am intelligent and non-violent and have never had any uncontrollable urges to engage publicly in activities considered … Continue reading →

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November Visitor

Posted on November 19, 2012 by randomyriad

Bee buzzing  at the backdoor glass Riding my shoe Flies out into the wet garden I was thinking of a Jethro Tull song as the first line came to me. I’ll let you guess which one.

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A Work in Progress #5: Somewhere East of the City

Posted on November 6, 2012 by randomyriad

As I was not able to meet my friend the next day, I remember a conversation with a shaggy young grad student who had cornered me at an informal literary  function. “Man, you gotta get out in the country around … Continue reading →

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