Death is a kind of gravity,
a letting go, a natural tug down —
down toward the earth,
toward dust,
toward the heart of the world.
Posted by Patricia Adams Farmer on July 30, 2024
Posted by Patricia Adams Farmer on June 15, 2024
Whitehead famously said, “Philosophy begins in wonder.” If that’s true, then my rescue kitten, Raindrop, may be the greatest philosopher of all time.
While trail walking on a rainy Spring morning in early June, . . .
Posted by Patricia Adams Farmer on May 29, 2024
O, Heraclitus, you wisest of philosophers: “Everything flows,” you say. “You can’t step into the same river twice,” you say. Yet we forget, don’t we?
Posted by Patricia Adams Farmer on January 21, 2024
The enchanting Masterpiece series All Creatures Great and Small features a crochety but loveable Yorkshire vet, Siegfried, and his brilliant young partner, James.
In this series, based on the real-life stories of James Herriot, . . .
Posted by Patricia Adams Farmer on December 20, 2023
We're walking in the air
We're floating in the moonlit sky
The people far below
Are sleeping as we fly
I'm holding very tight
I'm riding in the midnight blue
I'm finding I can fly
So high above with you
— from “Walking in the Air” by Howard Blake
Posted by Patricia Adams Farmer on October 21, 2023
“I have hymns you haven’t heard.”
— Rilke
“I want to fight until I don’t feel sad anymore,” cries the young Polish character . . .
Posted by Patricia Adams Farmer on September 29, 2023
“All sorrows are less with bread.”
― Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
Sometimes, you just have to bake something. At least I do.
Especially after a long news segment on very serious issues . . .
Posted by Patricia Adams Farmer on August 4, 2023
Let this darkness be a bell tower
and you the bell. As you ring,
what batters you becomes your strength.
Move back and forth into the change.
What is it like, such intensity of pain?
If the drink is bitter, turn yourself to wine.
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from Sonnets to Orpheus II
Posted by Patricia Adams Farmer on April 11, 2023
On a casual spring walk “I am waylaid by Beauty” in the spirit of the poet Edna St. Vincent Millay. The bursting redbud trees, fluting birdsong, and waving daffodils toss my rambling thoughts to the wind and invite me into their world for a moment of feeling. This feeling has the flavor of something larger and more enduring and hopeful than me, myself, and I. In an instant, I lose my sense of individual self-enclosure and I go wide, feeling the world as part of myself and more than myself. Such simple spring beauty connects me with the very tenderness of God, and it feeds me for hours, days, a lifetime.
Posted by Patricia Adams Farmer on November 19, 2022
“There is the music of Heaven in all things.”
— Hildegard of Bingen
About This Blog
Welcome to Process Musings for the spiritually curious, the creative, and the open-hearted. We, Jay McDaniel and Patricia Adams Farmer, are two bloggers from the world of process thought, inspired by the philosophy of Alfred North Whitehead. This multi-faith blog features articles, essays, stories, videos, and poetry which invite you to discover fresh possibilities for wholeness, creativity, and joy. Read more.