by Deb Farris | Nov 26, 2016 | Musings
Eyes rested, ears soothed, enchanted, now you travel. No stone impedes your progress. The thin veil reveals only forms, edges, outlines, and yet, wonders above, before, beneath draw to you ever active, creative, guiding, protective strength. Newness. Life. Energy...
by Deb Farris | Nov 25, 2016 | Musings
In the chill of the air I pull my shoulders up and duck my chin under the thickness of the scarf wrapped around my neck. I notice a silver hair–it’s my mother’s scarf. I also notice my sight has retreated into my thoughts and instead of enjoying...
by Deb Farris | Nov 24, 2016 | Musings
One Thanksgiving years ago, my dad read a story about some kernels of corn in his Reader’s Digest. He pointed it out to me and shared the magazine but, taking little interest in the subject matter, I didn’t read it. I’m sure my thoughts were on more...
by Deb Farris | Nov 22, 2016 | Musings
I thought I’d let too much of the afternoon get away from me. I had wanted to take a walk. I shut the door behind me as the sun was going under, the wind changed direction off the lake within a couple blocks, and I was sorry I hadn’t worn an extra layer....
by Deb Farris | Nov 21, 2016 | Musings
Sunday night, a good mystery, a fire in the fireplace…I stare at the flames and think of cooking–both need the right balance of timing, heat and attention. I hadn’t planned a dinner party in a while. Making plans is not my preferred way of doing...
