Still Amazed
Blog About Search
Teaching & Learning Interviews Stories & Snippets More
BlogAboutSearch
Still Amazed
A place to pause
Teaching & LearningInterviewsStories & SnippetsMore
Diversion
Diversion
Travel, MemoircynthiaApril 20, 2010diversions, England, Peak District, volcanic ash, River Wye, history, detours, unexpected adventures Comments
It Isn’t An Adventure If Nothing Goes Wrong
It Isn’t An Adventure If Nothing Goes Wrong
TravelcynthiaApril 19, 2010England, Oxford, volcanic ash Comment
Saturday's Poem: Kindness
Saturday's Poem: Kindness
PoetrycynthiaApril 16, 2010Kindness, Naomi Shihab Nye Comments
The Volcano and Us
The Volcano and Us
Travel, MemoircynthiaApril 15, 2010British Museum, England, Iceland volcano, London, volcano, unexpected, adventure Comments
Passing Through
Passing Through
Travel, MemoircynthiaApril 14, 2010daughters grow up, Miranda, Oxford, Mr. Harbor, Charlbury, Vale of the White Horse Comment
Saturday’s Poem: Now Is A Ship
Saturday’s Poem: Now Is A Ship
PoetrycynthiaApril 9, 2010ee cummings, Now Is A Ship, poems, poetry, dreamComment
Blossoming
Blossoming
Travel, MemoircynthiaApril 9, 2010blossoms, England, Miranda, Oxford, springtime, travel Comment
I Feel the Lack of You
I Feel the Lack of You
Friends, MemoircynthiaApril 3, 2010Boscoreale, Italian, Laura, sento la vostra mancanza Comments
Saturday's Poem: from Walden
Saturday's Poem: from Walden
PoetrycynthiaApril 3, 2010Thoreau, poetry, Walden, Easter, new lifeComment
Newer Older
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
 

Subscribe

* indicates required

 
Still Amazed RSS