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Preparing For Our Journey
Preparing For Our Journey
UncategorizedcynthiaSeptember 10, 2017Comment
The Tragedy and Travesty
The Tragedy and Travesty
Commentary, Finding Hope, MemoircynthiaSeptember 9, 2017Comment
Walking Home
Walking Home
Memoir, Ranch LifecynthiaSeptember 6, 2017friends, nights, ranch life, summer, walksComment
Under the Weather
Under the Weather
Memoir, Nature, Ranch LifecynthiaSeptember 2, 2017heat, ranch life, summerComment
Alignment
Alignment
Memoir, TravelcynthiaAugust 25, 2017friends, memoir, Oregon, road trip, solar eclipse, summer, total eclipse Comments
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
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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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