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Yellow Hills and Crazy-Making Wind
Yellow Hills and Crazy-Making Wind
Ranch Life, Memoir, FriendscynthiaApril 18, 2007mugwort, poison oak, Tony Ochoa Comment
Forty Years Later I Get to Explain
Forty Years Later I Get to Explain
MemoircynthiaApril 18, 20071960s, Central Islip, high school, Long IslandComment
Losing My Voice
Losing My Voice
MemoircynthiaApril 17, 2007disastrous first dates, shyness, high school, losing my voice, memoir, teenage years, Long Island, Daddy, family, adolescence, family history Comment
Blossoming Macadamia Trees and Something That Makes Sense
Blossoming Macadamia Trees and Something That Makes Sense
Finding HopecynthiaApril 16, 2007Kiva, climate change, worries, doing what we can, John Colapinto, macadamia trees, ranch lifeComment
Pitching Poetry in Public Schools
Pitching Poetry in Public Schools
Poetry, TeachingcynthiaApril 16, 2007poetry, schools, teaching, Naomi Shihab Nye, Adrienne Rich, Perie Longo, How Writers GrowComment
The Miracles and Calamities of Last Night
The Miracles and Calamities of Last Night
Finding Hope, Ranch LifecynthiaApril 16, 2007ranch life, hope, nature, miracles, memoir, hawk, Italy, bike rideComment
A Beginning of Sorts
A Beginning of Sorts
Commentary, Finding Hope, On WritingcynthiaApril 16, 2007about this blogComment
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Lines and reflections Fog at play. A hike with friends...foolproof remedy for the blues. We’re fortified now. A storied old house: “Outdoors the wind./Indoors the locked heart and the lost key.” (Louis Macniece) We ran into a skeleton, a miniature mule, and Milly today. I’m obsessed. Can you blame me?! Looking out towards Gaviota Peak the fog considers a comeback Ranch roads on this late summer morning... red vein veterinary lesson best kind of welcome Well, THIS was unexpected. And this is how we are getting to know the infinitely fascinating and oh-so-faraway Felix...sigh. When a friend calls to me from the road And slows his horse to a meaning walk, I don't stand still and look around On all the hills I haven't hoed, And shout from where I am, What is it? No, not as there is a time to talk. I thrust my hoe in th In a dark time the eye begins to see (Roethke) a walk adorned by swirls of fog The shy return of clouds.
“Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.”
— Mary Oliver
 

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