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Still There
Still There
Nature, MemoircynthiaOctober 26, 2014Yosemite, hiking, travel, image, photo, mountainsComment
Faith
Faith
Memoir, Finding Hope, Family HistorycynthiaOctober 18, 2014miscarriage, loss, hope, family, Anne Sexton, faith, comfortComment
Today
Today
Ranch LifecynthiaOctober 14, 2014photo, William Stafford, quote Comment
The Light Has Carried Me Here
The Light Has Carried Me Here
PoetrycynthiaOctober 7, 2014Julia Cadwallader-Staub, poetry, Midlife, wisdom, seeing, say yesComment
October Moments
October Moments
Memoir, Friends, Ranch LifecynthiaOctober 4, 2014vignettes, bike ride, ranch life, Pacific Surfliner, trainComment
Painting the Floor Blue
Painting the Floor Blue
MemoircynthiaSeptember 26, 2014Beethoven, Chicago, music, wisdom, painting Comment
An Old House
An Old House
Memoir, Ranch LifecynthiaSeptember 23, 2014Gaviota, Hollister House, Ranch History, Local history, friends, community, J. Smeaton Chasse, Kate Dole, photos, Hollister family, Kam Jacoby Comments
Why We Tell Stories
Why We Tell Stories
PoetrycynthiaSeptember 21, 2014Lisel Mueller, oral history, poetry, storiesComment
Oh This Heat
Oh This Heat
Memoir, Ranch LifecynthiaSeptember 17, 2014summer, Cornelia, heat wave, ranch life, sleepless, partitioning Comments
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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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