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Saturday's Poem: Thanks, Robert Frost
Saturday's Poem: Thanks, Robert Frost
PoetrycynthiaJanuary 15, 2011poetry, hope, Robert Frost, David Ray, the future, the past Comment
Saturday's Poem: Blessed Are They Who Sow and Do Not Reap
Saturday's Poem: Blessed Are They Who Sow and Do Not Reap
PoetrycynthiaJanuary 8, 2011Avraham Ben Yitzhak, poetry, Blessed Are They, bloggingComment
What's Been Happening Here
What's Been Happening Here
Memoir, Books and publicationscynthiaDecember 23, 2010hikes, Santa Ynez Valley, Gaviota Peak, Christmas, Miranda and Xander visit, friends Comment
Saturday's Poem: Ice
Saturday's Poem: Ice
PoetrycynthiaDecember 18, 2010poem, ice, Albert Gacia, California, winterComment
Maps: A Love Story
Maps: A Love Story
MemoircynthiaDecember 13, 2010bicycles, maps Comments
Saturday's Poem: Designed to Fly
Saturday's Poem: Designed to Fly
PoetrycynthiaDecember 11, 2010Ellen Waterston, poem, poetry, flight, life, learningComment
Things Fall Away
Things Fall Away
MemoircynthiaDecember 10, 2010losing things, gifts, Ventura, kindness, loss, wisdom, the brooch, my daughter Comment
Saturday's Poem: A Time to Talk
Saturday's Poem: A Time to Talk
Poetry, Ranch LifecynthiaDecember 3, 2010Ranch visits, Robert Frost, poetry, A Time to Talk, Ranch life Comment
The Fox
The Fox
Ranch LifecynthiaDecember 3, 2010memoir, Ranch life, fox, wildlife 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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