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Neither Here Nor There
Neither Here Nor There
Memoir, TravelCyn CarboneJune 4, 2022memoir, travel, England, Wales
Two
Two
MemoirCyn CarboneMay 25, 2022Felix, Dylan Thomas, childhood, school shooting, grandparenting
An In-Between Time
An In-Between Time
Memoir, Teaching, TravelCyn CarboneMay 19, 2022travel, England, memoir, life wisdom
Things We Didn't Miss
Things We Didn't Miss
Memoir, TravelCyn CarboneMay 16, 2022Felix, England, travel, memoir
Now
Now
Memoir, TravelCyn CarboneMay 14, 2022travel, memoir, England
Vapors
Vapors
MemoirCyn CarboneMay 6, 2022walks, Marcus Aurelius, consolations, Michael Ignatieff, seeking hope, ranch life
Being Here
Being Here
Friends, Nature, Ranch Life, MemoirCyn CarboneApril 30, 2022nature, ranch life, wonder, friends
White Lilacs
White Lilacs
Memoir, On Writing, PoetryCyn CarboneApril 22, 2022ceanothus, lilacs, friends, Dorothy, writing, Jane Hirshfield, poetry, William Stafford, Zbigniew Herbert, Ortega y Gasset, perception, Emily Dickinson
All This and A Yellow Bird Too
All This and A Yellow Bird Too
MemoirCyn CarboneApril 11, 2022memoir, Santa Barbara, music, morning
Newer Older
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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