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Tandem
Tandem
MemoircynthiaAugust 23, 2018bicycles, tandemComment
Saying Thank You
Saying Thank You
Memoir, Small PleasurescynthiaAugust 16, 2018healing, postsurgery, ranch life, walksComment
Moving Towards the Light
Moving Towards the Light
Memoir, Ranch LifecynthiaJuly 25, 2018friends, getting there, healing, light, recovery, walksComment
Life Goes On
Life Goes On
MemoircynthiaJuly 20, 2018dreams, healing, Los Angeles, memoir, poetry, postsurgery, recovery, walks, Wisława Szymborska Comment
The Green Ball
The Green Ball
Memoir, Small PleasurescynthiaJuly 11, 2018beach walk, depression, fun, health, recovery Comments
Having Had My Chain Yanked
Having Had My Chain Yanked
Commentary, Finding Hope, Friends, MemoircynthiaJune 30, 2018acoustic neuroma, Andrew Solomon, Anita Burrows, depression, healing, Krista Tippett, poetry, recovery, Rilke, suffering, surgeryComment
Flirting with King Frederick
Flirting with King Frederick
MemoircynthiaMay 28, 2018 Comments
A Little Bit Stuck
A Little Bit Stuck
MemoircynthiaMay 17, 2018recovery, Rilke Comments
Here in the Glistening Green
Here in the Glistening Green
UncategorizedcynthiaMarch 21, 2018 Comment
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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... veterinary lesson best kind of welcome red vein 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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