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The Right Kind of Mail
The Right Kind of Mail
Memoir, Finding Hope, Family HistorycynthiaFebruary 2, 2012family, Rose, niece, Groundhog Day, memoir, art, children, mail Comments
Thirty Years
Thirty Years
Memoir, FriendscynthiaJanuary 31, 2012memoir, my migration, Orange County, Groundhog Day, friends, friendshipComment
Affirmation
Affirmation
Memoir, Ranch LifecynthiaJanuary 29, 2012hard times, journeys, Ranch life, branding, cattle ranch, memoir Comments
Saturday's Poem: The Layers
Saturday's Poem: The Layers
PoetrycynthiaJanuary 28, 2012Stanley Kunitz, Layers, poetry, changes, life Comments
Morning Walks
Morning Walks
Friends, Memoir, Ranch LifecynthiaJanuary 24, 2012neighborhood, morning walks, small wonders, birding, hopes, CareyComment
Saturday's Poem: The Bicycle
Saturday's Poem: The Bicycle
Poetry, MemoircynthiaJanuary 21, 2012bicycles, bike rides, Stan Rice, Monte, Joe Breeze, Dean Bradley, mountain bikes Comments
Circus Girls
Circus Girls
Memoir, FriendscynthiaJanuary 17, 20121960s, Long Island, high school, Madison Square Garden, wisdom Comments
Lighter Sights
Lighter Sights
Memoir, Ranch LifecynthiaJanuary 15, 2012wonders, miracles, Gaviota, Weinermobile, noticing, memoirComment
In 1957
In 1957
Family History, MemoircynthiaJanuary 14, 20121950s, brooklyn, childhood memories, old photographs, Prospect Park Comments
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
 

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