by Deb Farris | Jun 2, 2016 | Uncategorized
It takes four hours for a chick to come out of its shell, up to ten for the runt who may be abandoned by its mother as she manages a dozen or so waddling, roving, hungry ducklings, anxious for a swim. The child watches and takes the tiny wet mass of feathers into her...
by Deb Farris | Apr 17, 2016 | Family, Musings
Is it just me or is there something about the way some people say your name that makes your heart hum? “Debbie,” he said. I looked up from my meatloaf and mashed potatoes to meet his eyes and smiled. I love hearing Dad say my name. “I lay on my back...
by Deb Farris | Apr 16, 2016 | Musings
In dance, one’s center is found through discipline and repetition, grounding and opposition, commitment and passion, humility, taking risks and falling, etc. Nurtured by the creative spirit, it’s where grace and true freedom of movement is found and art is born....
by Deb Farris | Mar 19, 2016 | Musings
She stood waiting, unaware of the world watching. Shifting her weight from foot to foot, her line took on that of a dancer. Fine hair swept off her brow revealed the elegant bone of her cheek pointing upward toward her perfectly placed bow. She was protected by the...
by Deb Farris | Oct 31, 2015 | Family, Musings
Tomorrow morning I’ll sit in the chair looking out over the trees on the street below my bedroom window and think how I used to balance my books on its arms as I read and wrote because our cat would lay in my lap—stretched out, paws crossed, eyes closed and purring to...
