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Yellowness
Yellowness
Memoir, Quarantine DiaryCyn CarboneApril 12, 2020walks, time travel, springtime, memoriesComment
Realities
Realities
Memoir, Quarantine DiaryCyn CarboneApril 11, 2020memoir, Stanley Kunitz, Twitter, social media, commentary, pandemic, copingComment
Lace Lane
Lace Lane
Memoir, Quarantine DiaryCyn CarboneApril 7, 2020friendship, Long Island, growing upComment
My Hesitant Light
My Hesitant Light
Memoir, Quarantine DiaryCyn CarboneApril 5, 2020memoir, Jane Eyre, pandemic, isolation, self-improvement, Viktor Frankl, Agatha Christie, John O'Donohue, 1960sComment
April
April
Memoir, Commentary, Quarantine DiaryCyn CarboneApril 1, 2020pandemic, springtimeComment
Tutto Andrà Bene
Tutto Andrà Bene
Quarantine DiaryCyn CarboneMarch 30, 2020Italy, pandemicComment
My Father's Advice
My Father's Advice
Memoir, Family History, Quarantine DiaryCyn CarboneMarch 29, 2020memoir, family, my father, World War II, old letters, life wisdom, Saverio William CarboneComment
Time and The Lions
Time and The Lions
Quarantine Diary, Memoir, NatureCyn CarboneMarch 27, 2020memoir, pandemic, lockdown, lions, nature Comment
Long Crossing
Long Crossing
Memoir, Quarantine DiaryCyn CarboneMarch 25, 2020pandemic, ranch lifeComment
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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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