Category Archives: Telling Stories

I am the Dreamer Dreamed

Posted on October 23, 2007 by randomyriad

I woke up sweating and terrified from a dream in which all the multitude of things hanging by a thread in my life came crashing down. In the last scene I was walking through a hall looking for a woman … Continue reading →

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Learning Compassion from a Younger You

Posted on October 14, 2007 by randomyriad

This morning I had a dream about a wind storm that was lifting and rocking an old farm house in the middle of a city on a dark night. I was a young man in a large bedroom with a … Continue reading →

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Invincible Summer

Posted on October 13, 2007 by randomyriad

“In the middle of winter I found that there was within me an invincible summer.” Albert Camus This week and much of this month I have been falling into old patterns of thought. I have been feeling overwhelmed and harried, … Continue reading →

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It Is Always Darkest . . .

Posted on October 6, 2007 by randomyriad

It is now official. Darkness is creeping in and surrounding my days. This is no metaphor. I rise before the crack of dawn. I actually witness the crack of dawn. There are people who worship at dawn. I would rather … Continue reading →

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My Favorite Uncle

Posted on September 23, 2007 by randomyriad

My mother called me on Friday night to tell me that my dad’s brother was dying that he would probably be gone in less than twenty-four hours. He is by far my favorite uncle and I have many fond memories … Continue reading →

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