by Deb Farris | Apr 24, 2021 | Family, Musings, Nature, Travels
Seeing T scratch the old horse’s ears and then lay its head on his shoulder. watching a tiny yellow finch on the weathered farm fence one morning and seeing a bluebird the next. My son noticed the color inside the afternoon shadow. Some say bluebirds are a sign of joy...
by Deb Farris | Apr 21, 2021 | Family, Memoir, Musings, Pets, Travels
As the story goes, up until twenty-three-and-a-half years ago, I had been looking for love in all the wrong places. Then one snowy winter night in the Midwest, I came to an impasse. Standing on a street corner beneath the glow of a streetlamp, stood a tall man in a...
by Deb Farris | Apr 19, 2021 | Memoir, Musings
busy carpenter bees buzzing crashing against farmhouse windows as i sit looking out to the shenandoah mountains far off in the distance horses stand still, statuesque one tail sweeps, a single hoof lifts, tilting into an elegant stance, the dancer’s b+ position,...
by Deb Farris | Apr 13, 2021 | Devotions
Would I dare speak of being a Christ follower without holding my own “self” accountable to the Calvary part of God’s Love Story? I rarely hear the word outside of Easter. Calvary. It wasn’t even in my Webster’s Universal College...
by Deb Farris | Apr 11, 2021 | Devotions
Without Love, I am words faded, erased on a page, no more than the shavings left behind, without Hope. Yet this contradiction exists—- In lowy state, we find our Bliss. In poverty, I lay Me down And there find Calvary’s Love—- But what do I really know of this? O, to...
by Deb Farris | Apr 6, 2021 | Devotions
To set about setting things right, we need to know what is wrong. Right? But right according to whom? My right way may not be your right way. So how far will that get us in setting things right except in possibly setting ourselves up for making things wrong? Right?...
by Deb Farris | Mar 28, 2021 | Devotions, Poetry
From pulpit to pew the words land wrong, wrestling with each other. I ask, “What will I lose if I lose myself to You? What will I leave behind?” It’s too much to consider so I remain as I am. Or is it that I have returned To find You waiting in my dust and have...
by Deb Farris | Mar 22, 2021 | Musings
Todd was watching a Borg/McEnroe Tie-Breaker Documentary. I stood watching first McEnroe work his way back, then Borg, then McEnroe, then Borg, I was frozen to the screen and forgot why I had walked into the room… Borg wins what the announcer calls a “Mt....
by Deb Farris | Mar 19, 2021 | Musings
Remember to breathe,“ T says as I stand up after several hours of writing, and stretch. I’m reminded of the words, “Debbie, you don’t breathe.” The actor sitting beside me in the dressing room had noticed and said, “Breathe, girl, breathe!” I...
by Deb Farris | Mar 17, 2021 | Devotions
Rolling to one side, I keep rolling so I hold onto the pillow. Sitting up, I keep my eyes closed. This seems to help. Yawning, lifting my arms, forcing fists, checking for equal strength on both sides of myself, standing slowly Waiting for a sense of steadiness before...
