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

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…

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

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…

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…

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…

I close my eyes and listen to the voices of the rain. — Robin Wall Kimmerer Robin Kimmerer wonders if there is such a thing as rain; perhaps only raindrops, each with its own story. Some raindrops clink heavy on metal. Some are quietly swallowed up by moss. Others bounce off pavement. Yesterday one fell out…

Morgan H. Nichols wrote, “One day you will look back and see that all along, you were blooming.” Like this Epiphyllum Oxypetalum plant. It takes it time to bloom. One year. And then only for one night. But Lily’s Epiphyllum, standing tall like a sentry guarding her back door, never bloomed at all. The Princess…

Cargo: From the Old Portuguese, carricare: to load. My life’s cargo is now loaded onto a 15 x 12 x 8 transport pod. It will soon depart to become a dot on the horizon. Cargo: Another base word for cargo is cargar, Spanish for burdens. You must learn to let go. Release your burdens. You…

Everything you need you already have. You are complete right now, you are a whole, total person, not an apprentice person on the way to someplace else. —–Wayne Dyer With all the comings and goings, the highs, the lows and the detours, we need to remind ourselves that arrival is found in the now. Own…