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Christmas Eve With Monte
Christmas Eve With Monte
Commentary, Memoir, Ranch LifecynthiaDecember 24, 2009ChristmasComment
A Christmas Corsage
A Christmas Corsage
MemoircynthiaDecember 19, 2009brooklyn, childhood memories, Christmas, Naomi Shihab Nye Comments
Rain Walk
Rain Walk
Ranch LifecynthiaDecember 13, 2009rain Comments
Breathing
Breathing
Travel, MemoircynthiaDecember 10, 2009daughters growing up, New York, loss, friends, Christmas Comment
Glimpses of Magic
Glimpses of Magic
Memoir, TravelcynthiaDecember 5, 2009brooklyn, childhood memories Comment
New York, Entry
New York, Entry
Memoir, TravelcynthiaDecember 5, 2009New York, Brooklyn, travel, High Line Park, young adults, Manhattan Comments
Keep an Eye Out for Green-Winged Redheads
Keep an Eye Out for Green-Winged Redheads
Friends, Ranch Life, Small PleasurescynthiaNovember 29, 2009Ranch life, pets, birds, sightingsComment
Wally? Wally Wrote Poems?
Wally? Wally Wrote Poems?
PoetrycynthiaNovember 27, 2009Wallace Stevens, Dan Gerber, RilkeComment
The Lost Art of Finding Happiness
The Lost Art of Finding Happiness
Memoir, Small PleasurescynthiaNovember 24, 2009assisted living, elder care, my mother, old people, characters, resilience, happiness, poetry, dancing, friends, coping 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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