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License to Dance
License to Dance
Memoir, Ranch LifecynthiaNovember 19, 2008Solvang, Los Olivos., memoir, happiness, Miriam Makeba, dancing Comment
Nostalgia Saturday
Nostalgia Saturday
MemoircynthiaNovember 16, 2008Donna Hewitt, guest blogger, memorabilia Comment
Notes from Pillow Hill
Notes from Pillow Hill
Memoir, Small PleasurescynthiaNovember 8, 2008playfulness, childhood, Robert Louis Stevenson, naps, Obama Comments
One More Small Voice
One More Small Voice
Commentary, Finding Hope, Ranch LifecynthiaNovember 6, 2008Barack Obama, elections, hope, democracy, change, idealism, FDR, political commentary Comments
In The Last Luminous Limbo Moment
In The Last Luminous Limbo Moment
Commentary, Finding HopecynthiaNovember 3, 2008Barack Obama, election, hop Comments
A Ship Piled High With Oranges
A Ship Piled High With Oranges
MemoircynthiaOctober 30, 2008Mr- HarborComment
With A Week To Go
With A Week To Go
CommentarycynthiaOctober 27, 2008Barack Obama, election, campaign, hope, politics, 2008 Election Comments
Just A Little Closer to the Edge
Just A Little Closer to the Edge
Commentary, MemoircynthiaOctober 23, 2008Comment
The Things We Fear
The Things We Fear
Finding Hope, Memoir, Ranch LifecynthiaOctober 18, 2008dreams, lions, fears, transformation, metaphors, William Stafford, hope, commentary, Bridges and Balloons, Joanna Newsom 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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