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Saturday's Poem: Missing the Boat
Saturday's Poem: Missing the Boat
PoetrycynthiaSeptember 29, 2012Naomi Shihab NyeComment
Three Views
Three Views
TravelcynthiaSeptember 29, 2012Oxford, photos, gallery, Magdalen Bridge, EnglandComment
In Oxford Once Again
In Oxford Once Again
Memoir, TravelcynthiaSeptember 27, 2012Oxford, travel, friends, Bob Isaacson Comments
Vaya con Dios
Vaya con Dios
Friends, Memoir, Ranch LifecynthiaSeptember 26, 2012Bob Isaacson, Gaviota Writers, friends, El Chorro, writingComment
The Pennycandystore
The Pennycandystore
PoetrycynthiaSeptember 21, 2012Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Coney Island of the Mind, unrealityComment
Faces
Faces
Memoir, Family HistorycynthiaSeptember 20, 2012faces, family history, Woolworths, memories, Martin Bayne, self-forgiveness, eldercare, Daddy, my mother, assisted living, Buddhism, compassion Comments
Saturday's Poem: The Summer
Saturday's Poem: The Summer
PoetrycynthiaSeptember 2, 2012Merwin, summer, Rothko Comments
Brothers
Brothers
MemoircynthiaAugust 27, 2012Guadalupe, Harry Masatani, Bindo Grasso, World War II, Japanese internment, local history, friendshipComment
CommentarycynthiaAugust 26, 2012Comment
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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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