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Say Yes
Say Yes
Ranch Life, Memoir, FriendscynthiaFebruary 4, 2008Dante, walks, hikes, neighbors, middle age, Ranch lifeComment
Morning Thoughts in the Coffee Shop
Morning Thoughts in the Coffee Shop
MemoircynthiaFebruary 1, 2008memoir, Nancy, Orange County, Long Islant, loss, writing, elderly parents Comment
In the Window Between Storms
In the Window Between Storms
Ranch LifecynthiaJanuary 27, 2008rain, Ethiopian food, storms, Santa Ynez Valley, Solvang, wonders, The Blue NileComment
Hans and the Blue Dawn
Hans and the Blue Dawn
MemoircynthiaJanuary 21, 20081960s, diners, Long Island Comments
Flying
Flying
MemoircynthiaJanuary 19, 2008flight, airplanes, travel, my mother Comment
Home Movies
Home Movies
Family History, MemoircynthiaJanuary 17, 2008family history, Long Island, moviesComment
Present, Tense
Present, Tense
MemoircynthiaJanuary 13, 2008bicycle, Kam Jacoby, photography, prayer, balance, my mother, elderly parents, John O'Donohue, life wisdom Comment
Keep Calm and Carry On
Keep Calm and Carry On
MemoircynthiaJanuary 8, 2008daughters grow up, Miranda, saying good-bye, being a mom, wisdom, England Comments
What We Do
What We Do
Finding Hope, MemoircynthiaJanuary 8, 2008vermont, Mort, Mo, storiesComment
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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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