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Peaches
Peaches
Poetry, Small PleasurescynthiaJuly 5, 2014poetry, Peter Davison, Lori and MichaelComment
I Caught A Morning
I Caught A Morning
Memoir, Ranch LifecynthiaJuly 3, 2014bike ride, morning, ranch life, Sacate Canyon, summer morningComment
On Dreams
On Dreams
MemoircynthiaJuly 1, 2014Carl Jung, dreams, dream meaning, consciousnessComment
Office Spaces
Office Spaces
MemoircynthiaJune 27, 20141970s, Chicago, offices, typewriters, workplaces, memoir, office space, clerical work Comments
Listening to My Father's Voice
Listening to My Father's Voice
Family History, MemoircynthiaJune 26, 2014Camp Cooke, fathers, Lompoc, Saverio William Carbone, Treebeard, my father, records Comments
Learning Italian Slowly: A Poem by David Shumate
Learning Italian Slowly: A Poem by David Shumate
PoetrycynthiaJune 22, 2014Italian, poetry, David Shumate, Italy, learning a language, foolishnessComment
I Think This Is My Stop
I Think This Is My Stop
MemoircynthiaJune 21, 2014summer, my sister, loss, visitations, wisdom, Andrew Bird, family history, dreamsComment
Ten Tidbit Trip Tips
Ten Tidbit Trip Tips
Travel, MemoircynthiaJune 20, 2014travel tips, advice, norway, things I learned Comments
Of Soap and Songs
Of Soap and Songs
Books and publications, Friends, On Writing, TravelcynthiaJune 19, 2014creativity, England, music, Oxford, young people, Little Fish, booksComment
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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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