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A Gate Unfastened
A Gate Unfastened
PoetrycynthiaJuly 10, 2016David Whyte, history, hope, life wisdom, memory, poetryComment
Reflections
Reflections
Commentary, Finding Hope, MemoircynthiaJuly 10, 2016hope, election, politics, opinion, advice, overcoming, racism, progress, John Gilbert, Louis MacNiece, balance Comment
Fire
Fire
Memoir, Nature, Ranch LifecynthiaJune 19, 2016fire, Lincoln Hollister, local history, RefugioComment
What If
What If
Finding Hope, PoetrycynthiaJune 16, 2016Elizabeth Alexander, Praise Song, love, inaugurationComment
The Lion Oak
The Lion Oak
Memoir, Nature, Ranch LifecynthiaJune 13, 2016trees, oak trees, memories, Ranch life, friendship, JeanneComment
On The Nomination of A Woman for President
On The Nomination of A Woman for President
CommentarycynthiaJune 8, 2016feminism, Hillary Clinton, history, women's movement Comment
The Bernie Mistake
The Bernie Mistake
CommentarycynthiaMay 29, 2016Bernie Sanders, election, Hillary Clinton, voting, history, political commentary, elections Comments
Incident
Incident
Nature, Ranch LifecynthiaMay 29, 2016birds, natureComment
Glimpses of Portugal
Glimpses of Portugal
TravelcynthiaMay 22, 2016Lisbon, photos, Portugal, gallery, images 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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