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Trying Times
Trying Times
Friends, MemoircynthiaMay 11, 2017loss, Eddie, my mother, Santa Ynez ValleyComment
Spencer from Sydney
Spencer from Sydney
MemoircynthiaMay 1, 20171970s, brooklyn, Chicago, Flatbush Avenue, growing up, memories, travel Comments
The Thing About Life
The Thing About Life
MemoircynthiaApril 28, 2017friends, wisdomComment
Journal Page from Thursday
Journal Page from Thursday
Finding Hope, Friends, MemoircynthiaApril 22, 2017Dorothy Jardin, friends, Mary Oliver, Nyuol Tong, poetry, William Stafford, writing, teaching, Jackson Browne, Neil YoungComment
Day Trip
Day Trip
Friends, Memoir, NaturecynthiaApril 18, 2017Carrizo Plain, Kit and Bev, wildflowers, nature, Soda LakeComment
Still Going
Still Going
Friends, MemoircynthiaApril 14, 2017friends, hiking, politics, walks, Cornelia, Besties Comment
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
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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 best kind of welcome Ranch roads on this late summer morning... red vein veterinary lesson 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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