Category Archives: Walking

Walking Toward Winter

Posted on November 24, 2013 by randomyriad

for I am mad with     devouring ecstasy to make joyous hymns for the whole earth.  Walt Whitman, Excelsior  Today I walked and took a lot of photographs. The visual chaos of spring and summer fall away revealing the skeleton that … Continue reading →

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Three Unconnected Thoughts Written Down Today at Various Times

Posted on September 22, 2013 by randomyriad

#1  Today the sun and clouds decorate the sky with sculptures of water, ice, and floating particles. A gentle breeze, like a lazy curator in a sky-sized gallery, sifts through the day, moving the pieces about here and there. I … Continue reading →

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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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Pieces of my date book journal experiment of last summer. June 2012 I have no idea how to write in this small space, but I am sure something will occur to me.   I talked with a man today about … Continue reading →

Posted on March 3, 2013 by randomyriad | Leave a comment

Work in Progress #3: A Circle of Dreams Part II

Posted on November 4, 2012 by randomyriad

Standing in the brilliant cold sun, I grip the large golden ball of the door knob and twist. It is locked. The voice of a man speaking with care comes from behind me. “I know you asked for a pink … Continue reading →

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