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Whatever the Medley
Whatever the Medley
MemoircynthiaJuly 13, 2013assisted living, eldercare, elderly parents, getting old, music, my mother, aging, gifts, kindness, oral history, stories, Esther CarboneComment
Tea
Tea
Small PleasurescynthiaJuly 6, 2013tea, Margareat, friendship Comments
Saturday's Poem: Inside My Head
Saturday's Poem: Inside My Head
PoetrycynthiaJuly 6, 2013Robert Creeley, Inside My Head Comments
Sunflowers
Sunflowers
Memoir, Nature, Ranch LifecynthiaJuly 4, 2013sunflowers, gardening, ranch life, Lori and Michael, flowersComment
The Boring Old Hermits
The Boring Old Hermits
Memoir, Ranch LifecynthiaJuly 2, 20134th of July, brooklyn, daughters growing up, Gaviota, Laguna Beach, ranch life, parenting, regret Comments
Like That Sugar Bowl
Like That Sugar Bowl
Friends, MemoircynthiaJune 29, 2013Donna, Orange County, friends, duties, changes, adjustmentsComment
Furniture-less
Furniture-less
Memoir, FriendscynthiaJune 25, 2013Dorothy, friends, Maurice Sendak, friendship, writing, being stalled, Ursula Nordstrom, music, learning, growth, creativity Comments
What Caught My Eye
What Caught My Eye
Travel, MemoircynthiaJune 23, 2013photo gallery, images, northern CaliforniaComment
Legend: Saturday's (Found) Poem
Legend: Saturday's (Found) Poem
PoetrycynthiaJune 22, 2013found poem, trail sign, You are hereComment
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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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