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The Wrench In The Snow by Assunta Marlene Esterly
The Wrench In The Snow by Assunta Marlene Esterly
Finding Hope, MemoircynthiaNovember 18, 2014miracles, faith, hope, my sister, Marlene Comments
Who Loves The Rain
Who Loves The Rain
PoetrycynthiaOctober 31, 2014poetry, Frances Shaw, rainComment
It's Raining
It's Raining
Memoir, Nature, FriendscynthiaOctober 31, 2014Gaviota, rain, walks, Gaviota Peak, friendsComment
Fragments Like Sea Glass
Fragments Like Sea Glass
Uncategorized, Memoir, FriendscynthiaOctober 30, 2014snippets, vignettes, wonders, the sea, Ranch life, friends, Linette, Inauguration, baptism, memoirComment
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
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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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