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Biophilia
Biophilia
Friends, Memoir, NaturecynthiaApril 14, 2017art, Biophilia, friends, James Griffith, nature, paintings, proces, Santa MonicaComment
In Search of Better Thoughts
In Search of Better Thoughts
Memoir, On WritingcynthiaApril 2, 2017Dorothy, Emily Dickinson, friends, Jane Hirshfield, Ortega y Gassett, perceptibility, perception, poetry, William Stafford, writing Comments
Confession
Confession
Family History, MemoircynthiaMarch 28, 2017 Comments
Despite A Pall That's Fallen On All
Despite A Pall That's Fallen On All
Commentary, Memoir, NaturecynthiaMarch 20, 2017commentary, coping, friends, Gaviota, hiking, memoir, nature, poetry, politics, resistance, Trump Comment
Moonscape and Marriage
Moonscape and Marriage
MemoircynthiaMarch 14, 2017marriage, moon, sky watcher, wisdom Comments
Labyrinth
Labyrinth
Memoir, TravelcynthiaMarch 12, 2017labyrinth, Santa Barbara, faith, friendsComment
Silk Pajamas
Silk Pajamas
Friends, MemoircynthiaMarch 10, 2017friends, Italy, life wisdom, travel Comments
A Woman's Day
A Woman's Day
Memoir, NaturecynthiaMarch 9, 2017hiking, Santa Barbara backcountry, Santa Ynez Valley, womenComment
One of Those What Now Junctions
One of Those What Now Junctions
MemoircynthiaMarch 3, 2017 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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