Category Archives: paying attention

I Wake Up and Turn On the Light + Preschool Fairy Tales

Posted on February 3, 2008 by randomyriad

I Feeling My Way Through Winter I have been lulled into a drowsy scattered lethargy by weather, minor illness, and the petty nagging boring irritations of trying to live a life without adequate funding. I am waking myself yet again. … Continue reading →

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Winter Night Walk

Posted on January 21, 2008 by randomyriad

I walk back from the corner store my foggy breaths leading me up the hill. I see Orion in the southern sky so clear against the indigo with the crescent silver shining just over his outstretched arm. The sky dome … Continue reading →

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One Good Simple Thing

Posted on January 6, 2008 by randomyriad

There are things in life. Simple, easy things that take the hardness out of world for a moment. Ghostly music seeping in from another room makes me stop. She is singing again, and I cannot move, I must stand and … Continue reading →

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Resolving Not To Resolve

Posted on January 1, 2008 by randomyriad

This year I am resolved not to make any resolutions. OK maybe one resolution: To take stock daily of the present situation and release the past to its proper place. I will continue to grope through my life making changes … Continue reading →

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It Does Not Matter Where You Look

Posted on December 30, 2007 by randomyriad

A big blue bend in an endless sky, A yellow fire clinging deep in a dry well, It is all the same. A cloud of stars, Grains of rice in a black bowl, Simple.

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