Rising in the northeast about 7:00 pm tonight will be the first full moon of 2022. It was dubbed the Wolf Moon by Native Americans and early colonists because this was the time of the year that wolves howled the most. Originally thought to be a cry of hunger, biologists now say it is more…

Little hands can fill a day, Hands to wipe, hands to play. Older hands that open wide Worn and steady, there to guide. Little hands have much to say. You I trust. Stay by my side. Hellos, goodbyes and all between Hands that shield the unforeseen. Hands that say hold me tight. Never let me…

This sometimes-recluse was lassoed back to the magic of childhood. Thank you, Mr. Disney. Celebrate the Small Stuff, the Big Stuff and Even the In-Between Stuff ——Walt Disney Childhood is not a forgotten melody. It’s a tune as old as time. —-G. Hill From Beauty and the Beast (Marco’s Favorite) Tale as old as time…

Note: It was a loud restaurant and a series of mishaps, a bit too much excitement. _______________ Parenting and grandparenting can sometimes feel as unsteady and clumsy as newborn calf looking for its feet. And then, there it is, life, renewing and restoring the bloom. ——G. Hill Time for the refresh button . . …..

Note: It is amazing how three little faces, their pitter-patter, their smiles, their squabbles, and their sense of now, can fill a house to overflow. I will be spending the next few days with three little heartbeats who will get my full attention. Hence, this blog will be revisiting some earlier posts. Today, it is…

Poetry, the music of the soul, will find us . . . . . . and spread to our outermost compartments: our lowest ebbs and our highest breaths. ——G. Hill To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary. ——Edgar Allan Poe Poetry is like a bird; it ignores all frontiers. ——Yevgeny Yevtushenko At the touch of…

Note: My previous posts reflected a theme of positivity. Carrying it forward, it is worth another look at neuroplasticity, or our ability to use our minds to change our brain, passing on positive genes for the generations to come. In a very real sense, our minds were created to spawn the seeds of transformation, overcoming…

Friends are angels who lift us up to our feet when our own wings have trouble remembering how to fly. —–Oprah Wings to Fly Walk with me along the path, And reach up toward the sky. I’ll be right beside you, Through each new thing you try. And anytime you’re ready, I’ll give you wings…

Nearing the end of our quarantine after being down with COVID, it will be good to return to the time of embracing. It was a time to receive the support of friends. We prefer being the giver, not the receiver. But time, nevertheless, dictated another purpose. Sometimes our purpose is to Merely be who we…

I set my star so high that I would constantly be in motion toward it. ——-Sidney Poitier I have learned that I must find positive outlets for anger, its flame burns because the world is so unjust. I have to try to find a way to channel that anger to the positive, and the highest…