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Good News-bits
Memoir, Friends, Finding Hope, Poetry, On WritingCyn CarboneJuly 6, 2022friends, Virginia, oak trees, Rebecca Solnit, birds, Robert Wrigley, poetry
Bird
Bird
Friends, MemoircynthiaJuly 4, 2022nature, joy, bird, anecdoteComment
The Last Thing to Go
The Last Thing to Go
Memoir, Friends, CommentaryCyn CarboneJuly 3, 2022politics, Supreme Court, America, hope, freedom, political commentary, democracy, trying to make sense
Flowering and Fading
Flowering and Fading
MemoirCyn CarboneJuly 3, 2022memoir, ranch life, Felix, friends, Rilke, Thich Nhat Hanh, wisdom, Virginia, Dan Gerber
Bon Courage
Bon Courage
Memoir, Friends, Finding Hope, CommentaryCyn CarboneJune 24, 2022Rodin, Rilke, community, Dan Gerber, commentary, David Pell, Roe v Wade, politics, wisdom, words
Unreality
Unreality
Cyn CarboneJune 19, 2022memoir, Santa Ynez, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, unreality, finding beauty, adjusting, laryngitis
We’ll Be Dead Soon
We’ll Be Dead Soon
Memoir, FriendsCyn CarboneJune 12, 2022friends, travel, wisdom
The Re-Entry
The Re-Entry
Memoir, TravelCyn CarboneJune 10, 2022memoir, travel, home
Neither Here Nor There
Neither Here Nor There
Memoir, TravelCyn CarboneJune 4, 2022memoir, travel, England, Wales
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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