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People Being Young
People Being Young
Memoir, TravelcynthiaJune 12, 2011youth, creativity, daughters, Unbound, publishing, musicComment
Coffee with Mr. Harbor
Coffee with Mr. Harbor
Travel, MemoircynthiaJune 7, 2011oral history, Mr. Harbor, old people, family, England, photography Comments
Doing Nothing in Oxford
Doing Nothing in Oxford
Travel, MemoircynthiaMay 25, 2011Oxford, travel, visiting our daughter, being young, England, scenes, strangers, memoir Comments
A Poet, A Boat, A Cup of Tea
A Poet, A Boat, A Cup of Tea
Travel, MemoircynthiaMay 23, 2011England, Thames, George Chopping, Iceland volcano, travel, memoir, house boatComment
Saturday's Poem: Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal
Saturday's Poem: Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal
Poetry, Finding HopecynthiaMay 20, 2011Naomi Shihab Nye, hope, poetry, air travel, travel, airports Comments
Where Grass is Country, As Water is Sea
Where Grass is Country, As Water is Sea
Memoir, Ranch LifecynthiaMay 19, 2011My Antonia, walks, Willa Cather Comments
Purple Trees in Rain
Purple Trees in Rain
MemoircynthiaMay 18, 2011Santa Barbara, travel, local shops Comment
The West End
The West End
Ranch Life, MemoircynthiaMay 16, 2011Channel Islands, West end, Aristotle, Acropolis, Ranch life, cowgirl Comments
Those Gaviota Writers
Those Gaviota Writers
Memoir, Ranch LifecynthiaMay 15, 2011Gaviota, writing groups 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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