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Altering Course
Altering Course
Finding Hope, MemoircynthiaAugust 15, 2017dreams, friends, nature, road runner, spirit bird, Dorothy, adviceComment
Well Worn Paths
Well Worn Paths
UncategorizedcynthiaAugust 5, 2017Comment
Summer Nights Through Screened Windows
Summer Nights Through Screened Windows
Memoir, NaturecynthiaAugust 4, 2017coyotes, crickets, nights, open windows, summer, trainsComment
FOMO Alert
FOMO Alert
Memoir, NaturecynthiaAugust 3, 2017Aurora Borealis, commentary, deep work, FOMO, memoir, Northern Lights, solar eclipse, technologyComment
Ties
Ties
MemoircynthiaAugust 2, 2017childhood memories, family, family history, fashion, Florida, memoir, my father, ties Comments
My Mother's Books
My Mother's Books
Books and publications, MemoircynthiaAugust 1, 2017aging, books, my mother, On Tyranny, reading, Woman in WhiteComment
On Looking At the Night Sky Without My Glasses
On Looking At the Night Sky Without My Glasses
MemoircynthiaJuly 31, 2017night, ranch life, sky, stars, Van Gogh, wonderComment
Risking Delight
Risking Delight
Commentary, MemoircynthiaJuly 30, 2017beauty, being present, dance, dreams, dresses, Gaviota coast, hope, Jack Gilbert, life lessons, loving the world, patience, poetry, political commentary, resistance, risk delightComment
Little Nudges
Little Nudges
MemoircynthiaJuly 27, 2017writing, friendship, letters 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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