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Felix Is In Charge
Felix Is In Charge
MemoirCyn CarboneJanuary 11, 2022Felix, grandparenting, memoir
Feelings
Feelings
MemoirCyn CarboneJanuary 5, 2022memoir, David Sedaris, friendship, Carol, childhood
Happiness
Happiness
Memoir, On Writing, TravelCyn CarboneDecember 24, 2021memoir, road trip, Niall Williams, This is Happiness, Nevada, high desert
Trail of Bones
Trail of Bones
Memoir, Ranch LifeCyn CarboneDecember 5, 2021memoir, walks, ranch life, buses, Greyhound, gratitude, Langston Hughes, William Stafford
On Thanksgiving Morning
On Thanksgiving Morning
MemoirCyn CarboneNovember 25, 2021Thanksgiving, gratitude, Ranch life, friends, walks, memoir, Nancy, poetry, William Stafford
When We Left The City
When We Left The City
MemoirCyn CarboneNovember 21, 2021Long Island, childhood, home, trees, memoir, Rebecca Solnit, Orwell's Roses
Joy
Joy
MemoirCyn CarboneNovember 10, 2021memoir, childhood, joy, gratitude, ranch life, church, coping
Make Friends With the Water
Make Friends With the Water
Memoir, FriendsCyn CarboneOctober 29, 2021swimming, water, friendship, Masuro Emoto, learning
Cue the Band
Cue the Band
Family History, Memoir, Friends, Small PleasuresCyn CarboneOctober 26, 2021walks, snowy plovers, doom, wisdom, childhood memories, life wisdom, friends
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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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