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When the House Felt Suddenly Singular and Still
When the House Felt Suddenly Singular and Still
MemoircynthiaMay 26, 2008dogs, loss, Terra, pets Comments
Farewell to My Friend Terra
Farewell to My Friend Terra
MemoircynthiaMay 20, 2008dogs, loss Comments
The Audacity of Cope
The Audacity of Cope
CommentarycynthiaMay 18, 2008Obama, election, hope, UCSB, politics Comments
The Gift of Your Brush
The Gift of Your Brush
Family History, MemoircynthiaMay 9, 2008my father, art, Saverio William Carbone, family history, love, learning Comment
Walking Home in the Dark
Walking Home in the Dark
Ranch LifecynthiaMay 5, 2008cave paintings, night walks, Robinson Jeffers, advice, wisdom, pictographs, perspective Comment
Just Rambling (I Know, It's the Worst Title Ever)
Just Rambling (I Know, It's the Worst Title Ever)
Ranch Life, Small PleasurescynthiaApril 27, 2008 Comments
All This and Blog-Tagged Too
All This and Blog-Tagged Too
MemoircynthiaApril 22, 2008blog tag, random stuff, triviaComment
The Book Club
The Book Club
Ranch LifecynthiaApril 20, 2008book club, Gaviota, friends, books, reading, Ranch life, community, memoir Comment
The Temp
The Temp
MemoircynthiaApril 19, 2008Syracuse, 1970s, academia, dysfunctional relationships, growing up 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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