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Our Mirror Friends
Our Mirror Friends
Friends, Travel, MemoircynthiaJune 15, 2014friends, Wales, serendipity, Nick and Hilary, United KindgomComment
A Little Book Of Poems
A Little Book Of Poems
Books and publications, Memoir, PoetrycynthiaJune 15, 2014A-E- Housman, Oxford, books, poetry Comment
Moments Between Moments
Moments Between Moments
Travel, MemoircynthiaJune 5, 2014Italy, wisdom, family history, naples, photos, gallery Comments
Io Sono Famosa Qui (Sort Of)
Io Sono Famosa Qui (Sort Of)
Family History, Travel, MemoircynthiaJune 2, 2014Italy, family, family history, travel, Anna, Zio Francesco, grandfather, Castellammare, Pompeii, Zio Pinuccio, Zia Titina, Boscoreale Comment
Contrasts
Contrasts
TravelcynthiaMay 30, 2014Norway, travel, pictures, views Comment
All This Light
All This Light
Travel, MemoircynthiaMay 30, 2014Norway, Balestrand, Bjorg, art, life wisdom, pictures, lightComment
Norway. No Reason
Norway. No Reason
TravelcynthiaMay 23, 2014Norway, light, midnight sun, blue, night Comments
Waiting at the Airport
Waiting at the Airport
TravelcynthiaMay 21, 2014airport, people watching, Norway Comment
Rothko in A Room
Rothko in A Room
Travel, MemoircynthiaMay 21, 2014London, Rothko, art, TateComment
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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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