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Oct.30.2010
The redwood out in front has produced a soft carpet of gorgeously brilliant, golden needles –and the rains have finally come. Everything in CiCi’s Garden looks invitingly fresh with rain-polished leaves glossy after a downpour. Rain-polished leaves in CiCi's Garden The past few weeks a...
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Oct.17.2010
My friend Esther recently returned from a trip to Tanzania, Africa, where she and a friend had the privilege of watching the Great Migration in the Serengeti. It was the trip of a lifetime as they saw an amazing array of people, scenery and animals –including elephants that woke them in the wee...
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Oct.03.2010
It’s come as you are when visiting my blog, CiCi’s Garden –otherwise what would be the point? To be welcome, guests need not sanitize or in any way alter how they express their reality. The Garden is a place where frank conversation is embraced, emotions respected and affirmed while at the same...
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Sep.26.2010
My husband holds many cherished memories from his preteens through his college years and beyond of accompanying his father on the piano while his father played the violin, one he had played as a boy growing up in Karlsbad, the most famous spa town in what was then Czechoslovakia. Wolfgang soon...
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Sep.06.2010
The life of a female inmate in prison. “Once Upon a Time……….I dreamt of a happy marriage, having children, traveling with my mate to far away lands, celebrating my 50th wedding anniversary like my grandparents did, having grandchildren and great-grandchildren surround me with love as I grow old....
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Aug.09.2010
In my lifetime I have written poetry for a number of reasons. Looking back through a notebook-full of them spanning 50-some years I realize I’ve spontaneously used verse as a release –rhythmic expressions arising from otherwise jumbled circumstances. The poem below came to me in a tall forest...
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Aug.01.2010
The year I was nine my family traveled to Switzerland, my father’s homeland, where we lived for six months with my aunt Liseli in the lovely hamlet of Brienz. The garden in back of our family’s 300-year-old chalet opened directly onto the lakeshore promenade with spectacular views of the...
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Jul.25.2010
As she spoke to me her words came to my ears as familiar, the very thoughts and expressions I had shared with her recently during a time she was hurt, bewildered and panicking. She spoke with certainty and conviction, her voice steady and full of strength. It was a sublime compliment that she...
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Jul.25.2010
As the founder of The Lamplighters, an international movement for recovery from incest & childhood sexual abuse, I receive many emails from people who were sexually abused as a child telling me of what happened to them. Some of their stories are so horrific that I have a hard time reading them...
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Jul.18.2010
I’ve understood for a long time that not everything I see or hear is real. Not long ago I was reminded of this in a most unusual fashion. While peering through a window of a local art gallery late one afternoon, I noticed a striking figure seated in the driver’s seat of a car parked on the...