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Today's Walk
Today's Walk
Ranch Life, PoetrycynthiaMarch 3, 2015walks, photo, green hills, March walk, David WhyteComment
Strange Gathering
Strange Gathering
MemoircynthiaMarch 1, 2015thrift stores, dolls, childhood, lossComment
Misty Walk
Misty Walk
Friends, NaturecynthiaFebruary 22, 2015Grass Mountain, hikes, Santa Ynez Valley, picturesComment
Continuity
Continuity
Friends, MemoircynthiaFebruary 21, 2015my mother, childhood, Carol, Brooklyn, friendshipComment
Look Closely
Look Closely
Friends, Memoir, NaturecynthiaFebruary 16, 2015friends, Gaviota, life lessons, loss, Dorothy, poem, noticing, Dorothy Jardin, wisdom Comments
Clouds and Ceanothus
Clouds and Ceanothus
Memoir, NaturecynthiaFebruary 4, 2015Gaviota, walks, photos, Trespass Trail, santa ynez valley womens hikingComment
Candlemas
Candlemas
MemoircynthiaFebruary 3, 2015Groundhog Day, life lessons, lossComment
Heiress
Heiress
MemoircynthiaJanuary 29, 2015care of elderly, friends, life lessons, loss, my mother, Esther Carbone Comments
I Think I'm Home
I Think I'm Home
Memoir, PoetrycynthiaJanuary 25, 2015Barbara Kingsolver, home, life lessons, loss 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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