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She Is Anyway
She Is Anyway
Memoir, TravelCyn CarboneSeptember 19, 2021memoir, travel, England, my mother, wisdom, grandparenting
Fluid
Fluid
Memoir, Finding Hope, TravelCyn CarboneSeptember 14, 2021memoir, life wisdom, grandparenthood, England
Such As They Are
Such As They Are
MemoirCyn CarboneSeptember 7, 2021Merwin, parenting, Rosh Hashanah, poetry, grandparents, England, new year, walks
Berries and Dirt
Berries and Dirt
MemoirCyn CarboneAugust 31, 2021travel, grandparenthood, grandson, Oxford, Felix, wisdom
Leaving
Leaving
MemoirCyn CarboneAugust 20, 2021memoir, changes, finding a home, 1970s
Walking At Night
Walking At Night
Memoir, Friends, Ranch LifeCyn CarboneAugust 18, 2021memoir, night walks, ranch life, Brooklyn, childhood, nature, night sky, Mr. Tambourine Man, Bob Dylan, coping, walks
I Touched A Horse
I Touched A Horse
Memoir, Finding Hope, Small Pleasures, Ranch LifeCyn CarboneAugust 15, 2021friends, miracles, wonders, Chief White Eagle, wisdom, Robert Louis Stevenson
Does Yesterday Count As A Day?
Does Yesterday Count As A Day?
Memoir, Teaching, On WritingCyn CarboneAugust 12, 2021teaching, writing, middle school, my father, life lessons
Keeping Faith
Keeping Faith
Memoir, Friends, Finding HopeCyn CarboneAugust 3, 2021friendship, faith, Chief Oren Lyons, wisdom, hope, family
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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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