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Civic Duties
Civic Duties
Commentary, Finding Hope, MemoircynthiaNovember 9, 2017civic responsibility, democracy, jury duty, Santa Barbara, hopeComment
Sunday Plans
Sunday Plans
Memoir, Ranch LifecynthiaNovember 5, 2017dreams, plans, sleepComment
A Front
A Front
MemoircynthiaNovember 3, 2017Comment
In The Peaceful Valley
In The Peaceful Valley
Memoir, Small Pleasures, TravelcynthiaNovember 2, 2017Chumash, history, Mission Santa Ynez, Santa Ynez Valley, Solvang, walksComment
Light and Shadow
Light and Shadow
Memoir, Small PleasurescynthiaOctober 26, 2017shadow figures, sunlightComment
The Doll Doctor
The Doll Doctor
TravelcynthiaOctober 25, 2017craftsmanship, doll doctor, dolls, Henri Launay, Paris Comment
Ranch Girls In Paris
Ranch Girls In Paris
Friends, Memoir, Ranch Life, TravelcynthiaOctober 24, 2017Barbies, daughters growing up, dolls, friends, Millennials, Paris, travelComment
Here and Now
Here and Now
Finding Hope, Friends, Memoir, Ranch Life, Small PleasurescynthiaOctober 22, 2017bees, being present, citrus, friends, grapefruit, hope, macadamia trees, monarch butterflies, orchard, the ranch Comments
A Side Trip To Brittany, With Music
A Side Trip To Brittany, With Music
Memoir, TravelcynthiaOctober 19, 2017Brittany, music, Oxford 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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