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Uncertainty
Uncertainty
Finding Hope, MemoircynthiaJanuary 8, 2018decisions, finding hope, On Being, Rebecca Solnit, uncertainty Comments
To The New Year by W.S. Merwin
To The New Year by W.S. Merwin
PoetrycynthiaDecember 31, 2017new year, poetry, W-S- MerwinComment
Still Possible
Still Possible
MemoircynthiaDecember 31, 2017memoir, new year, resolutionsComment
In this tricky time of trump and tumors...
In this tricky time of trump and tumors...
Finding Hope, Memoir, Ranch LifecynthiaDecember 29, 2017blues, decisionsComment
California Christmas
California Christmas
Ranch LifecynthiaDecember 25, 2017California, Christmas, fire, ranch lifeComment
An Oxymoron
An Oxymoron
MemoircynthiaDecember 22, 2017contradiction, Las Vegas, travel, oxymorons, Walt Whitman, Oscar WildeComment
A Different Kind of Loss
A Different Kind of Loss
Memoir, Nature, Ranch LifecynthiaDecember 21, 2017change, fire, loss, pine tree, ranch life, tree removal, treesComment
In The Details
In The Details
MemoircynthiaDecember 20, 2017acts of kindness, brooklyn, childhood memories, Christmas, details, memoir, rememberingComment
Sea Grass
Sea Grass
Commentary, Memoir, Nature, Ranch LifecynthiaDecember 19, 2017low tide, sea grass, Thomas FireComment
Newer Older
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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