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Terminal Five
Terminal Five
TravelcynthiaMarch 30, 2008EnglandComment
To The Botanic Gardens I Have Come
To The Botanic Gardens I Have Come
TravelcynthiaMarch 30, 2008England, OxfordComment
Meeting Mr. Harbor
Meeting Mr. Harbor
FriendscynthiaMarch 24, 2008England Comment
Yearning for Springtime
Yearning for Springtime
Memoir, TravelcynthiaMarch 21, 2008English weather, England, winter, Oxford, Wantage, springtimeComment
In the Print Room
In the Print Room
Memoir, TravelcynthiaMarch 21, 2008Ashmolean, Oxford, Manfred, artComment
In Oxford
In Oxford
Memoir, TravelcynthiaMarch 12, 2008Oxford, travel, daughters grow up Comments
I Think We Should Keep Some of This
I Think We Should Keep Some of This
PoetrycynthiaMarch 4, 2008William Stafford Comments
A Small Portion of Events
A Small Portion of Events
MemoircynthiaFebruary 29, 20081960s, Central Islip, high school, Long Island Comments
Learning to Steer
Learning to Steer
Ranch Life, MemoircynthiaFebruary 23, 2008cattle, ranch life, cowboys, amazement, childhood, bull, John Kiewit, Hopalong Cassidy, John McCarty, Eddie, Coney Island Avenue, implausibility, lunar eclipse Comments
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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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