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Fog Light
Fog Light
Memoir, Quarantine DiaryCyn CarboneMay 9, 2020my mother, fog, pandemic, dreams, life lessons, Pema Chodron, On Being
Estranged
Estranged
Memoir, Friends, Commentary, Quarantine DiaryCyn CarboneMay 8, 2020memoir, pandemic, aging, coping
The Past We Are Living
The Past We Are Living
Memoir, Quarantine DiaryCyn CarboneMay 5, 2020pandemic, friends
Conversations
Conversations
Memoir, Quarantine DiaryCyn CarboneMay 3, 2020pandemic, friendship, language, Ocean Vuong, On Being, coping, story-talk, ranch life, Point Conception
The Dances Not Danced
The Dances Not Danced
Memoir, Quarantine DiaryCyn CarboneApril 28, 2020pandemic, loss, family, hikes, learning
Banging Pots
Banging Pots
Commentary, Quarantine DiaryCyn CarboneApril 27, 2020pandemic, coping, ethics
Over the Edge
Over the Edge
Quarantine DiaryCyn CarboneApril 22, 2020 Comment
Night Journeys
Night Journeys
Memoir, Quarantine DiaryCyn CarboneApril 17, 2020William Stafford, insomnia, waking at night, pandemic, dreams, childhood memoriesComment
Small Things
Small Things
Memoir, Finding Hope, Quarantine DiaryCyn CarboneApril 15, 2020pandemic, covid, nature, commentary, monarch butterflies 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... 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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