A perennial summer favorite, the strawberry is the only fruit with seeds on the outside. But referring to the pear-shaped yellow specks dotting each strawberry as seeds is not entirely correct. What looks like a seed is actually the fruit of the plant. Hundreds of them. The juicy red pulp we love to eat grows…

My apologies: Until I am resettled in Florida, my posts will not be as regular as they once were. Packing up a household is like reading your life’s book, chapter by chapter, in reverse. —–G. Hill Like so many lenses, each item I pack is a page of my story, pulling me back in time….

Note: I look to nature to teach me about the cycles of change, where the edges of time collide. A flurry of life explodes in the marshes. Sea coexists with land, saltwater meets fresh water, and life rebounds from tight cycles of decay and decomposition. Described as a collision of ecosystems that run into each…

Spiritual Metabolism: Asserting a closeness of spirit, to grow our garden within. —-G. Hill At any moment, you have a choice, that either leads you closer to your spirit or further away from it. —–Thich Nhat Hanh Easy Lift The mind can lift us through adversity. It is a superpower given to us. A believing…

Note to readers: I took a week off from the rigors of relocating. It is a long, tiresome, and emotional process, yet, regardless of whatever else is going on, the beach calls. For those of you who feel the lure of the beach, here are some musings after a week at the Jersey shore with…

In every pentacle, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth. Our story. — Rachel Carson To me, the sea is a continual miracle, the fish that swim, the motion of the waves, the life within. What waiting miracles are there? —-Walt Whitman Set a course for…

I take up my baton, tap, tap my soul, and the good notes resound. —–G. Hill I breathe in spirit and the music writes itself. —–G. Hill _____________________________________ What am I to do? I will pray with my spirit, but I will pray with my mind also; I will sing praise with my spirit, but…

You do not have to wait for the light at the end of the tunnel. String up your own lights today. Believe in the way forward. ——G. Hill The way forward glistens with light. We have been shown the way. We are here to love, and not just when it is easy and maybe especially…

Covered bridges seem to shelter stories from long ago, tales of hellos and goodbyes, pulling us back to simpler times while yawning us forward to the lure of tomorrow. ——G. Hill Absent of community, we feel the solitary sense of longing, of comings and goings, of shadow and light, seeking reconciliation between yesterday and what…

You are allowed to be both a masterpiece and a work in progress, simultaneously. —-Sophia Bush Deep in my heart is an undone space. G. Hill It brims with colors yet to be brushed. —-G. Hill . . . and planted with a light, ripening with purpose. For we are His workmanship, created in Christ…