Lisa Harris

Lisa Harris

Writer, Free Range Chef, Visionary Entrepreneur | Local Food Systems, Sustainability, Healthy Wild Habitats & Ecosystems | Inspiring Stories. Making Connections. | My work reflects the fertile ground that exists between the edges - a place of meeting, creating, bridging, translating, collaborating.
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the longest journey

death is a place we all travel toward in this life filled with clinging and fears youth knows no limits when our minds and hearts are open and free we are so alive that it hurts everything is there right before our eyes all for the taking in our elder years death stands before us on this journey toward what we see as the end life shows us that nothing is really for the keeping except the experience the revelation the moment a constant reminder that all of the
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Women's Water Walk II

setting out on the dirt road pebbles and gravel underfoot hot pavement, dust savoring the brief, cool shady places we stop for prayers at the water where it crosses under the road carefully stepping in her long skirt she is guided down each bank with offerings, gratitude, words for that water and back up again to continue on friends offer snacks, drinks along the way shade from the sun or wave as we pass shouting words of encouragement the tribal police guide us on our
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listening

let me catch my breath, she says her brow is folded into deep furrows revealing the frustration with an old body once so familiar and resilient that now simply fails to take care of the basics and balance…knowing where the earth lies I also see the fear as her hands reach up to her head grasping for comfort or fending off the overwhelming onslaught of questions and concerns and suggestions and pleas for her to just try just try to accept this wearing down of time as if I can know how
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Women's Water Walk I

early morning, before dawn mist rises from the lake a crooked dock leads out into clear water waiting for our prayers four pipes, four directions copper buckets and drinking cups asema the smell of sage a rowboat slips away with wooden bowls carrying a feast for the springs the bright sun burns through the fog geese land and take off again against the orange brown gold of early fall we take the first of many steps on this journey along the hot, dusty roads
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The Passing of Time

I’m an elder in training a friend said to me his wife had just left this world and we sat around remembering her and the old times when I was small when they were so much younger than now and that’s still how they remember me here, now, in all of my 50 years …really? it’s you? I remember you were just a little thing only this high… and he kept looking at me while they all smiled with knowing as he struggled to take that mad leap from then to now fathoming the impossib
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Time Ago

Age is becoming an interesting companion as I grow older things aren’t quite the same Words fail to come when I call and more memories are forgotten even though I know they were there I was certain they existed something familiar… My body lags behind now taking its own sweet time despite encouraging words in my head remembering how little effort it once was to just get.up.and.go Foods are not all my friends either as I whittle away those things that just don’t se
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The Gift

there’s an opening to the sky world where the medicine stands tall surrounding the small lake, blue and full of birds herons geese loons cranes cormorants they come and go on the wind that chills the air despite the warm early spring sun deer have been here too their hooves leave narrow tracks in the gravel on the road leading off into the trees where woodpeckers drum and red-winged blackbirds sing their songs as they settle in to nest and raise their young