by Deb Farris | Jun 25, 2020 | Devotions
Early Morning. Silent streets. Sweet hush. Whisper of gratitude, peace within, endless hope, why not? eyes on the unseen. I fumble with the dog leash, but it’s too late. Four feet expands into twelve and Fannie is over zealously greeting the Newspaper Man. “I’m so...
by Deb Farris | Jun 28, 2018 | Musings, Poetry
Wake up. Feast on your favorite breakfast like the robin. Like the rabbits, with their ears poking up from the grass playing mindlessly, can we keep a sense of fun? The city scape is behind me. But I will soon be walking into it. Rolling laps of sun-streaked water...
