Category Archives: paying attention

You Can Still Cross the Water After the Bridge Burns.

Posted on March 30, 2010 by randomyriad

After I read this post at Russian Ramblings. I started thinking about a few friendships I have walked away from because of  some harsh words or some spiky, defensive behavior, or the times when I chased some friends away when … Continue reading →

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Naturally Artificial

Posted on March 18, 2010 by randomyriad

If we are indeed part of nature then everything people make is part of nature. I think that we need to figure out what is useful and beautiful in people made things and what interferes with our lives. People are … Continue reading →

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From Toilets to Big Work Machines: Preschool Obsessions and Experiences

Posted on February 25, 2010 by randomyriad

I have been so busy this week writing little responses to my preschool list. Today it was bathrooms and skyscrapers. Here is the skyscraper part. I will skip the one about bathrooms. I hear enough potty jokes everyday to last … Continue reading →

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Maybe I Should Be Laughing More

Posted on February 12, 2010 by randomyriad

“Life’s the joke each of us keeps on playing.” Arthur Rimbaud,  “A Season in Hell“ Lately, I have been thinking a lot about how I move through my life. Little by little, as I age, I move into a world … Continue reading →

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January Bus Diary Part I

Posted on January 11, 2010 by randomyriad

1/5 As I put my quarters in the slot, the bits of hard boiled egg still floating around in my mouth taste like blood, and remind me of the broken tooth of a few weeks ago.  I walk past a … Continue reading →

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