Tag Archives: My Life

A little Woolf and a little White: a Better Day

Posted on October 9, 2007 by randomyriad

“I shall care little for the tastes of this world if the skies are still so glorious. Such expanse and majesty and illuminations, I have never seen, pure air and then such cloud conglomerations.” Virginia Woolf There were such glorious … Continue reading →

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Pieces of September

Posted on October 6, 2007 by randomyriad

Today I am gathering up pieces of September I am discovering how I moved through the boxes from Summer to Autumn falling down the lines into a dark morning with bright leaves.

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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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Go To the Light

Posted on October 4, 2007 by randomyriad

My daughter rents old episodes of Ghost Whisperer, a series about a woman who talks with the spirits of the dead and helps them move to the light. She watches them in the afternoon and I sit and hang out after … Continue reading →

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Off Balance

Posted on October 2, 2007 by randomyriad

I’ve been feeling off balance these last couple days. I think it is just having a cold and cold weather come on me so early in the season, but I am sure the pictures and reports of the monks in … Continue reading →

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