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There Was No Map
There Was No Map
Family History, MemoircynthiaNovember 22, 2017childhood, childhood memories, family, family history, loss, memoir, my brother Eddie Comments
Let Us Not Lose Heart
Let Us Not Lose Heart
Commentary, Finding Hope, MemoircynthiaNovember 21, 2017gratitude-, low tide, poetry, Thanksgiving, W-S- MerwinComment
A Favorite Tree
A Favorite Tree
Memoir, NaturecynthiaNovember 18, 2017brooklyn, environment, maple, nature, New York City trees, oak, outdoor education, Santa Ynez Valley, teaching, trees, W-S- MerwinComment
I Figured That Was Just The Way It Was
I Figured That Was Just The Way It Was
CommentarycynthiaNovember 16, 2017Comment
Filomena
Filomena
Family History, MemoircynthiaNovember 10, 2017family historyComment
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
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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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