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The Orange
The Orange
PoetrycynthiaMarch 6, 2010poetry, Wendy Cope, oranges, happiness Comments
Through A Rainbow
Through A Rainbow
NaturecynthiaFebruary 28, 2010blessings, Highway 101, rainbows, Santa Barbara Comments
Saturday’s Poem: First Lesson
Saturday’s Poem: First Lesson
PoetrycynthiaFebruary 27, 2010poem, Philip Booth, First Lesson, swimming, daughters, daughters grow up, wisdom, life Comments
On Miranda’s Birthday
On Miranda’s Birthday
Ranch Life, Memoir, Small PleasurescynthiaFebruary 26, 2010beach walks, daughter's birthday, Miranda Comment
Saturday Morning Poem: The Parade
Saturday Morning Poem: The Parade
PoetrycynthiaFebruary 20, 2010Billy Collins, mortality, Parade, poems Comments
The Mood Will Pass, Sir
The Mood Will Pass, Sir
Small PleasurescynthiaFebruary 18, 2010advice, Art Hicks, Jeeves, P-G- Wodehouse, poison oak Comments
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
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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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