Lay Your Heart on a Pillow of Gratitude

Thanksgiving merits more than one day. We want it to spill over to the beyond, to temper the stormy ocean tides of life, to lap easily on the mind so our simple joys can snuggle up and meet us where we are, in the afterglow of gratitude, adrift in the buoyancy of a tranquil soul—-something…

Blessings in Living Color

Growing up I thought my life was a boring, nondescript black and white. But looking back, it replays in beautiful, sparkling, living color. If that is maturity, or wisdom, or senility, I say bring it on. —-G. Hill . . . My cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days…

A Glance Back: Our Rear-View Mirror

The past is a place of reference, not a place of resident, but the journey forward requires an occasional glance back. – Roy T. Bennett Road trips carry more than luggage. Our family stories travel with us, tracing the lines between now and then. —-G. Hill After nourishment, shelter, and companionship, stories are the thing…

A Groundwork of Possibilities

Groundwork is laid. Be ready. Stand in the realm of possibilities. —–David Levithan. Living in the realm of possibilities is stepping into your knowing place where all things possible pulsate with promises. —-G. Hill And looking at them, Jesus said to them, “With people this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.” —–Matthew…

October’s Bounty: We are the Late Harvest

Note: Before we say goodbye to October, let’s revisit what October has to say, setting the stage for my next post: Groundwork: Harvesting Possibilities Coming soon: Groundwork: Harvesting Possibilities GH

Sing Me Your Hymn

Dedicated to those left behind: Your medley of sadness, regret, guilt, anger and love has a name: Grief. Little by little, grief slowly fades. But love’s bloom never dies. —–Unknown One More Day One more day with my rose– Too quickly it goes. The bloom so sublime Lost by time. One more day with the…

Serving Up Pooh-isms

An early morning walk is like bathing in grace. My fellow morning walkers know this. We nod to each other. Words break the spell. We soak up blessing for the day, drawing from nature, our one accord: harmony. ——G. Hill GH

Touch: Holding On

We were spared any damage to property and life. Thank you for your thoughts and prayers. Others were not so lucky. A heavy weight bears down on our hearts from so much loss. Many are wondering what they can hold onto, after so much loss. Water is life but we cannot easily cup it. It…

Late September’s Gentle Hand

Elbert Hubbard wrote, “The eagle molts a feather because he is growing a better one.” This post is dedicated to Bob and all those growing new feathers. Late September lays a gentle hand upon the earth, easing life into predestined cycles. —G. Hill September shows us how beautiful it is to let things go. —–Samuel…

To Gift

Gifted to us is all we ever need. It is as close as our own breath. Everything else becomes opportunities for us ‘To-Gift’. —–G. Hill As every man hath received the gift, even so, minister the same one to another, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God. —-1 Peter 4:10 We make a…