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Rivers Flow Down and the Children Grow Up
Rivers Flow Down and the Children Grow Up
Friends, Memoir, Ranch LifecynthiaAugust 23, 2013Gaviota Wrters, music, songs, Bob Isaacson, loss, getting old, Gaviota, musicwriting Comment
Just Quiet Lives in Nearby Places
Just Quiet Lives in Nearby Places
Friends, MemoircynthiaAugust 23, 2013friends, reflections, Gaviota, Dibblee Hoyt, old houses, roots, memoirComment
Still Falling All Around
Still Falling All Around
MemoircynthiaAugust 13, 2013memoir, daughters grow up, Pat Schneider, remembering, good-byes, shooting stars, poetry Comment
A Summer Poem
A Summer Poem
PoetrycynthiaJuly 29, 2013summer, poetry, a poem, Mark Perlberg, lawn sprinkler, yearning, nostalgia, childhoodComment
Rattlesnake Dance
Rattlesnake Dance
Nature, Ranch LifecynthiaJuly 23, 2013nature, rattlesnakes, perimeters, ranch life, boundaries, images Comment
Inside My Head
Inside My Head
MemoircynthiaJuly 23, 2013fog, mothers and daughters, writingComment
And On A Lighter Note...
And On A Lighter Note...
Memoir, NaturecynthiaJuly 18, 2013dolphins, Monte, Miranda, swimming, photos, summerComment
Sharing
Sharing
Commentary, Memoir, UncategorizedcynthiaJuly 17, 2013Facebook, mourning, my sister, public bereavementComment
Beautiful Marlene
Beautiful Marlene
Memoir, PoetrycynthiaJuly 17, 2013my sister, Marlene, poem, Louisa FletcherComment
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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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