Sea Stars

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…

Surround Sound

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…

Covered Bridges II: Braving the Darkness

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, Part One

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…

A Masterpiece

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…

Rivers of Meaning

So many droplets, each one a memory, heavy with life. ——G. Hill Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our breaking hearts. ——Charles Dickens Every raindrop has a whole heaven within it, if we keep looking up. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow…

Prelude to Summer

A lot of growing can happen in a year. My grandson begins this new season with a gentle reintroduction to his friend, the sea. ——G. Hill Near the water’s edge, he picked up a shell and wrote his name in the wet sand. All caps: M A R C O. Then he took a few…

I Am Always Finding You

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:…

Thistle: Symmetry and Beauty

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,…

Red Maple: Whispering Strength and Endurance

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…