Note: This post is dedicated to all who find themselves in a whirlwind of change. Prepare for flight. Shed old feathers. Life awaits. ——G. Hill Life’s Travelogue The comings and goings of my life have taught me that with each step, each migration, each new turn, I am tucked under a winged voice that sings:…

Be your own kind of beautiful. —– Anonymous The thistle is a regal prince. Where some see unwanted weeds, I see a crowning glory of beauty, grace and symmetry. — Henry Ward Beecher A weed is but an unloved flower. ― Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; A purple crown,…

The scarlet leaves of my majestic red maple rustle up sweet sounds that sweep across my sagging heart. —-G. Hill Calmness swells in soft whispers, inviting us into the tender glance of a blushing branch. —–G. Hill Believe in the whisperings of God to your own heart. —–Mary MacKillop In the whisper of the leaves appears…

I saw a star, I reached for it. I missed, so I accepted the sky. ― Scott Fortino. Clematis is derived from the Greek ‘klema’ meaning shoot, most likely because the blooms shoot out like stars. Used by native people, herbalists and homeopaths for medicinal benefits, it promotes emotional well-being, trust and calms the mind….

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mommies, grand-mommies and great-grand-mommies. Forgive my short absences due to traveling and sharing important family events. I have some thoughts for you this Mother’s Day morning, plus links to my Mother’s Day messages from previous years. Although you cannot hear her voice or see her smile, your mother walks…

(Here in Florida, I am often asked, “Where are you from?” Then I name the states I have lived in, but Katelyn, our remarkable teenager, reminded me there is so much more to that question.) I am from nimble hands . . . that tickled my skin while pinning the seams on my hand-me-down dress….

Prayer is the wing wherewith the soul flies to heaven, and meditation the ear wherewith we listen. – Ambrose of Milan When my words are as clumsy as a newborn calf with wobbly legs, I ask the morning dove to carry my heart to the heavens. Then I know I am heard. —–G. Hill Love…

Touch has a memory. So does sound. ― John Keats. Like milkweed seeds, breezes emit memories at will, each one its own tempo, echoing me back to an unfinished song. ——G. Hill Today, I call upon the tall and untangled sounds that wave and stir, the grassroots of a life: a collection of voices in…

A lake is Earth’s eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature. ——Henry David Thoreau Earth’s Eye Can it be clearer? Mirrored in lakes Echoing life, Nature’s pulse is our own. It is all there. Laid ever so bare, A future borrowed. Low bridge to tomorrow. Gorging on her bounty,…

Imagination is everything. It is the preview of life’s coming attractions. ——Albert Einstein Rivers of Creativity . . .. . . . . the natural life force, flows through our veins. —–G. Hill At any age, at any time, inventiveness propels us forward . . . . . . and all we need is to…