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Working the Earth of the Heart
Working the Earth of the Heart
Memoir, Quarantine DiaryCyn CarboneSeptember 6, 2020quarantine diary, memoir, Kathleen Norris, apocalypse, walks
How Can They Not See It?
How Can They Not See It?
Memoir, CommentaryCyn CarboneSeptember 4, 2020politics, brooklyn, commentary
In The Night
In The Night
Memoir, Quarantine DiaryCyn CarboneSeptember 2, 2020memoir, gratitude
The Blues
The Blues
Memoir, Quarantine DiaryCyn CarboneAugust 29, 2020pandemic, surrender, David Whyte, blues, wisdom, walks, friends, On Being
My Fashion History
My Fashion History
MemoirCyn CarboneAugust 26, 2020memoir, fashion
First Street
First Street
Memoir, Family History, Finding Hope, Quarantine DiaryCyn CarboneAugust 22, 2020brooklyn, my father, family history, dreams, quarantine diary, pendemic, hope, political commentary
Crossings
Crossings
Memoir, Quarantine DiaryCyn CarboneAugust 21, 2020California, politics, DNC, commentary, hope, fire, memoir
In the Heat
In the Heat
Memoir, Quarantine DiaryCyn CarboneAugust 19, 2020heat, ranch life, quarantine diary
An Epic Day
An Epic Day
Quarantine Diary, Ranch Life, NatureCyn CarboneAugust 16, 2020storm, fire, ranch life, quarantine diary
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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 best kind of welcome Ranch roads on this late summer morning... red vein veterinary lesson 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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