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Out of Context
Out of Context
MemoircynthiaJuly 21, 2010nature, childhood, daydreaming, in-between, secret gardenComment
Saturday's Poem: Ars Poetica
Saturday's Poem: Ars Poetica
PoetrycynthiaJuly 17, 2010poetry, Elizabeth Alexander, Ars PoeticaComment
Thinking About Aunt Mary
Thinking About Aunt Mary
Memoir, Family History, PoetrycynthiaJuly 14, 2010Aunt Mary, elderly parents, family, oral history, wisdom, Linda Pastan, Departures, advice, Orange County CA Comments
Summer Rain
Summer Rain
Ranch Life, Small PleasurescynthiaJuly 12, 2010summer rainComment
Sailing to Byzantium...
Sailing to Byzantium...
Memoir, TravelcynthiaJuly 11, 2010travel, Turkey, Helen Keller, YeatsComment
Saturday's Poem: I Have News for You
Saturday's Poem: I Have News for You
PoetrycynthiaJuly 10, 2010Tony Hoagland, poemsComment
Writing As Therapy (Again)
Writing As Therapy (Again)
Family History, Friends, On WritingcynthiaJuly 9, 2010Solvang, regret, dreams, bike ride, family history, Istanbul, friendship, friends, guiltComment
A Quiet Fourth of July
A Quiet Fourth of July
Ranch Life, Friends, MemoircynthiaJuly 4, 2010Fourth of July, website, Steve, summerComment
Saturday’s Poem: Forgetfulness
Saturday’s Poem: Forgetfulness
PoetrycynthiaJuly 3, 2010billy collins, poetry, forgetting 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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