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Looking For Camp Cooke
Looking For Camp Cooke
Family History, MemoircynthiaMay 30, 2007Camp Cooke, father, World War II Comments
In Florida
In Florida
Friends, Memoir, TravelcynthiaMay 27, 2007Florida, friends, West Palm BeachComment
Midnight at the Oasis
Midnight at the Oasis
Memoir, Friends, Ranch LifecynthiaMay 18, 2007insomnia, sleepless, Steve, anxiety, ranch life, night, memoir Comments
And Up the Coast A Bit, Falling in Love Some More
And Up the Coast A Bit, Falling in Love Some More
cynthiaMay 15, 2007New EnglandComment
Sunlight on the Side of a House
Sunlight on the Side of a House
Memoir, TravelcynthiaMay 12, 2007Boston, Edward Hopper, daughters, good-bye, William StaffordComment
Just Pedaling Along Here and There
Just Pedaling Along Here and There
Memoir, Ranch Life, Small PleasurescynthiaApril 30, 2007bike rides, Santa Ynez Valley, Gaviota, Ranch life, bicycle ridesComment
Those Long Strange Trips
Those Long Strange Trips
MemoircynthiaApril 29, 20071970s, Greyhound, road tripsComment
Bicycle Days
Bicycle Days
Friends, MemoircynthiaApril 26, 2007bicycles Comments
You Can Go Now, Mommy
You Can Go Now, Mommy
Memoir, Family HistorycynthiaApril 26, 2007daughters grow up, kindergarten, Miranda, childhood, changeComment
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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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