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October Morning Walk
October Morning Walk
Memoir, Quarantine DiaryCyn CarboneOctober 17, 2020quarantine diary, ranch life, walks, morning, October, my father, grandson, Gaviota, Sacate Creek
Sarah's Song
Sarah's Song
Memoir, Poetry, Quarantine DiaryCyn CarboneOctober 16, 2020poetry, gratitude, prayer, Sarah Rebstock, wisdom, life wisdom, quarantine diary
Remote Learning
Remote Learning
Memoir, Quarantine DiaryCyn CarboneOctober 8, 2020hikes, friends, learning, teaching, political commentary
Tending and Mending
Tending and Mending
Memoir, Quarantine Diary, Ranch LifeCyn CarboneOctober 6, 2020hope, quarantine diary, memoir
And How Are You?
And How Are You?
Memoir, Quarantine DiaryCyn CarboneOctober 3, 2020walks, news, memoir
Hold Fast, Dear Ones
Hold Fast, Dear Ones
Commentary, Quarantine DiaryCyn CarboneSeptember 25, 2020politcal commentary, Rebecca Solnit, Zarina Zabrisky, Trump, voting
Rescue
Rescue
Memoir, Quarantine Diary, Ranch LifeCyn CarboneSeptember 23, 2020turtle, ranch life, coping, walks
Initiation
Initiation
Memoir, Finding Hope, Ranch Life, Quarantine DiaryCyn CarboneSeptember 18, 2020grief, Joan Sutherland, friends, Rosh Hashanah, hope, coping, loss, nature
Choices
Choices
Memoir, Quarantine Diary, FriendsCyn CarboneSeptember 10, 2020walks, choices
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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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