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Nov.27.2010
Just-in-time reality rescues my heart again –for Thanksgiving! A dear friend sent me an email this past week with the following story. The Law of the Wild says kill only when you are hungry! Photographer Michel Denis-Huot, who captured these amazing pictures on safari in Kenya’s Masai Mara in...
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Nov.13.2010
I looked in my purse, checked the pockets of my jacket, and rummaged all around on the floorboard in my car and still couldn’t find the key to our mailbox. With growing chagrin and mounting dismay I didn’t want to admit that I thought I knew where it was. We actually get our mail in two...
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Nov.07.2010
What is it about trees that turn brilliant yellow, red or orange that never fails to take my breath away? Neighborhood streets are lined with these glorious sentinels and the hillsides are peppered with them. Even the local cemetery where I often walk is resplendent with trees gone riotous with...
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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.13.2010
It was love at first sight when we saw her at the local animal shelter. Just a year old, she was a fluffy, fetching little feline with an unfortunate history –she peed in the beds of the children that owned her. Having been rendered defenseless as a kitten so her small tormentors could not be hurt...
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Oct.07.2010
She was being deliberately trapped between two cars on a lonely mountain road. Normally Lynn loved the drive home from her son’s house, especially the five mile stretch through the mountains. Winding and intimate, tonight it was downright magical. Dancing tree shadows were backlit by blasts of blue...
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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.21.2010
Our dreams, hopes and desires, careers, possessions, family, friends, loved ones, pets . . .  how do we let go of such fundamental components of our life when circumstances demand it? Motivational speakers tell us never to let go of our dreams –anything is possible! But what if my dreams are...
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Aug.29.2010
For me, there’s a difference between maintaining my personal boundaries and drawing the line. My personal boundaries signal self-validation and affirmation while drawing the line can be motivated by changeable circumstances and variables. My personal boundaries are non-negotiable, but I may...
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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.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...
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