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Just Another Dame Traveling Through Los Angeles
Just Another Dame Traveling Through Los Angeles
MemoircynthiaJuly 15, 2008Channeling Chandler, Los Angeles, Union Station Comments
Writing Out the Bleaks
Writing Out the Bleaks
On Writing, Poetry, TeachingcynthiaJuly 10, 2008Ventura, writing, motels, Naomi Shihab Nye, William Stafford, poetry Comments
Ring the Bells That Still Can Ring
Ring the Bells That Still Can Ring
Small PleasurescynthiaJuly 3, 2008bicycle, bells, fire Comment
We’ll Just Drive Down to L.A.
We’ll Just Drive Down to L.A.
MemoircynthiaJuly 2, 2008daughters, Dylan Thomas, youth Comment
Swimming Through the Dark
Swimming Through the Dark
MemoircynthiaJuly 1, 2008Viktor Frankl, insomnia, Pink Floyd, Man's Search for Meaning, tragic optimism Comments
A Table for Two, A Bed of Kelp
A Table for Two, A Bed of Kelp
Memoir, Ranch LifecynthiaJune 28, 2008stories, Tony Ochoa, writers conference, Santa Barbara Writers Conference, wisdom Comment
Apparently I Need Help. Lots and Lots of Help.
Apparently I Need Help. Lots and Lots of Help.
Memoir, On WritingcynthiaJune 22, 2008writers' conferences Comments
Summer Heat, Morning Thoughts
Summer Heat, Morning Thoughts
Friends, MemoircynthiaJune 20, 2008insomnia, Mahin, Orange County Comment
My Little Box of Grief
My Little Box of Grief
MemoircynthiaJune 17, 2008dogs, loss 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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