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The Thickness of Water
The Thickness of Water
Memoir, FriendsCyn CarboneSeptember 7, 2024friendship, family history, friends, memoirComment
On Labor Day
On Labor Day
Family History, Memoir, PoetryCyn CarboneAugust 31, 2024memoir, my father, workers, Labor Day, Sharon OldsComment
In Limbo
In Limbo
Memoir, Friends, Ranch LifeCyn CarboneAugust 29, 2024the ranch, memoir, ambiguity, neighbors, change, Wendell BerryComment
Round Here
Round Here
Cyn CarboneAugust 25, 2024
In My Polka-Dot Dress
In My Polka-Dot Dress
Memoir, Ranch LifeCyn CarboneAugust 16, 2024memoir, Wordsworth, Nina Schuyler, Buddhism, Martin Buber, wisdom, ChumashComment
School
School
MemoirCyn CarboneAugust 15, 2024memoir, childhood, Brooklyn, school, Hurricane Donna, education, 1950sComment
Strength and Vulnerability
Strength and Vulnerability
Memoir, Friends, PoetryCyn CarboneAugust 3, 2024memoir, poetry, childhood, memory, reflections, friends, Lisel Mueller, Andrea GibsonComment
Fantastic Voyage
Fantastic Voyage
Memoir, Ranch Life, NatureCyn CarboneJuly 28, 2024ranch life, wonder, bicycle, friends, turtles, wildlifeComment
What Thou Must Leave Ere Long
What Thou Must Leave Ere Long
Memoir, CommentaryCyn CarboneJuly 20, 2024memoir, politics, moving Comments
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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 Ranch roads on this late summer morning... veterinary lesson best kind of welcome red vein 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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