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After the Storm
After the Storm
Memoir, Nature, Ranch LifecynthiaFebruary 28, 2014storm, gratitude, rain, Ranch life, recovery, wind, nature, Gaviota, the creek Comment
Voices Lost In Snow
Voices Lost In Snow
On Writing, PoetrycynthiaFebruary 19, 2014Mavis Gallant, writing, poetry, literature, authorsComment
Coughing
Coughing
MemoircynthiaFebruary 19, 2014Internet medicine, the grief of trees, friends, Michael, coughing, insomnia, being sick Comments
Saturday, Abed
Saturday, Abed
Nature, Poetry, Ranch LifecynthiaFebruary 15, 2014hiking, Robert Louis Stevenson, Santa Barbara, Santa Ynez Valley, staying in bed, Tequepis, walks, Cachuma, being sick Comments
Right as Rain
Right as Rain
Poetry, Memoir, Ranch LifecynthiaFebruary 8, 2014Gaviota, rain, Raymond Carver, Right As Rain, poetry, gratitudeComment
Drinking in Lompoc, 1942
Drinking in Lompoc, 1942
Family History, MemoircynthiaFebruary 3, 2014Camp Cooke, family history, Lompoc, Lompoc bars, my father Comments
My Cali-versary
My Cali-versary
Memoir, Finding HopecynthiaFebruary 2, 2014coming to California, Groundhog Day, migration, Candlemas, hope Comments
Staying Sane
Staying Sane
Friends, MemoircynthiaFebruary 1, 2014friends, Jalama, local history, Lompoc, walks Comments
Los Angeles Detour
Los Angeles Detour
Travel, MemoircynthiaJanuary 31, 2014drought, Los Angeles, photo gallery, California history, waterComment
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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