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Therapy
Therapy
FriendscynthiaFebruary 15, 2010friends, Gaviota, hiking, Vista de las Cruces, Besties Comments
A Saturday Morning Poem
A Saturday Morning Poem
PoetrycynthiaFebruary 13, 2010Great Things Have Happened, Alden Nowlan, poetry, Saturday poem, love, wonder Comments
Little Shrines and Other Finds
Little Shrines and Other Finds
Ranch LifecynthiaFebruary 9, 2010bike rides, chanterelles, gratitude-, sacred places Comments
Dispatch from the Land of Counterpane
Dispatch from the Land of Counterpane
Small PleasurescynthiaFebruary 6, 2010Miles Davis, rainy days, Robert Louis Stevenson, Saturdays, staying in bed Comments
Beneath A Beach Umbrella
Beneath A Beach Umbrella
Memoir, Family HistorycynthiaFebruary 5, 2010Florida, old photographs, family history, Daddy, my grandfather, Uncle Joe, memoir, ties Comment
Groundhog Day
Groundhog Day
MemoircynthiaFebruary 2, 2010coming to California, Groundhog Day Comments
Wolf Moon
Wolf Moon
Friends, MemoircynthiaJanuary 31, 2010beach walk, John BanvilleComment
Laundry
Laundry
Small PleasurescynthiaJanuary 29, 2010Buellton, friends, laundromats Comment
Plein-Air Play Date
Plein-Air Play Date
Friends, Ranch LifecynthiaJanuary 26, 2010art and fear, painting, jean, Michael Drury, Cele, ranch life, friends 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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