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In A River of Light
In A River of Light
Cyn CarboneNovember 2, 2024 Comments
At This Stage
At This Stage
Cyn CarboneOctober 24, 2024David Whyte, memoir, politics, election, friends, wisdom, Kabuki normality, anger, joy, Jonathan V. LastComment
A Day of Awe
A Day of Awe
Family History, Finding Hope, MemoirCyn CarboneOctober 12, 2024memoir, religion, Judaism, Yom Kippur, my father, my mother, Jeff Greenwald, wisdom, hope, teshuva, T.S. EliotComment
Sharp Shooter
Sharp Shooter
MemoirCyn CarboneOctober 6, 2024memoir, music, daughters, violinComment
Jewel
Jewel
Memoir, Ranch LifeCyn CarboneSeptember 23, 2024memoir, memories, walks, Chicago, nature, owls, coyotes Comments
Storyteller
Storyteller
MemoirCyn CarboneSeptember 20, 2024memoir, grandson, Felix, grandparenting, story telling Comment
Saturday Morning Walk
Saturday Morning Walk
Memoir, Ranch LifeCyn CarboneSeptember 15, 2024walks, ranch life, memoir, natureComment
You Can Go Now, Mommy
You Can Go Now, Mommy
MemoirCyn CarboneSeptember 15, 2024memoir, daughters grow up, school, parenting, memories, childhood, MirandaComment
Distance
Distance
MemoirCyn CarboneSeptember 8, 2024miranda, daughters, growing up, change, distance, grandson, felix, memoir, Ruth Ozeki, Merwin, Dylan ThomasComment
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 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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