Category Archives: paying attention

Self-Experiment #8: a mixed bag to be continued

Posted on March 7, 2008 by randomyriad

Self-Experiment #8/ Just The Beginning I am a fairly open minded person and succeeded pretty much in not pre-judging or even falling into my old conceptions of people and things. I was able to see people I had worked with … Continue reading →

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Self Experiment #8?

Posted on March 6, 2008 by randomyriad

As I have not numbered all of them I am guessing, but I think this is number 8. Anyway here it is: I will go into the world today with the attitude that I am the only unenlightened person on … Continue reading →

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Doing Small Things With Great Love

Posted on March 4, 2008 by randomyriad

“The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, and indescribably magnificent world in itself” Henry Miller “We cannot do great things on this earth. We can only do small things … Continue reading →

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Accidental Awareness

Posted on February 25, 2008 by randomyriad

Tiny little wine glass Shattered by a heavy bowl Spark, sliver, silver spread over the gleam of linoleum counter next to the dish drainer. picking up the offending innocent bowl, a shadow lingers, resting dark against the hard glitter of … Continue reading →

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6 six word memiors

Posted on February 20, 2008 by randomyriad

Searching for beginnings, I write days. From suburban boxes, I moved moments. I was incrementally replaced by another. Singing loud we filled the night. Through summer days, we tumbled blindly. alone, together, alone together, together alone.

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