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The Open Road
The Open Road
Memoir, TravelcynthiaNovember 3, 2007Highway 6, Nevada, road trips, open road, Utah Comments
Enjoy Your Time
Enjoy Your Time
MemoircynthiaSeptember 17, 2007Boston, Miranda Comments
The Low Spark of High-Heeled Hopes
The Low Spark of High-Heeled Hopes
Memoir, Ranch LifecynthiaSeptember 4, 2007online shopping, shoesComment
Faded Image
Faded Image
Family History, MemoircynthiaSeptember 2, 2007Assunta Miranda Carbone, grandmother, old photographs, brooklyn Comment
Big Night at the Folly Bowl
Big Night at the Folly Bowl
FriendscynthiaAugust 26, 2007Follybowl, memoir, music, poetry, friends Comment
Feeling Like A Leaf
Feeling Like A Leaf
Memoir, Ranch LifecynthiaAugust 15, 2007Santa Barbara, Zaca Fire, Chrissie Hynde, Van Morrison, Naomi Shihab Nye Comments
The Lady of El Chorro: Visiting Esther Isaacson
The Lady of El Chorro: Visiting Esther Isaacson
Ranch LifecynthiaAugust 5, 2007Esther Isaacson, Oral HIstory, El Chorro, Lompoc, Solang Comments
Happiness Happens
Happiness Happens
Small PleasurescynthiaAugust 1, 2007Italy, Fariba, train ride, summer, Hollister House, Edith Wharton, Zio Francesco Comments
A Little City Finds Its Voice
A Little City Finds Its Voice
CommentarycynthiaJuly 28, 2007Buellton Comment
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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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