The darkness of the world cannot swallow the glowing of one soul. —–Khalil Gibran The sun will not peek above my horizon for another hour. There is no moonlight to guide my way. A few lonely stars blink an early greeting. My hand-held lantern swings back and forth, spreading repetitive patterns of dark-light, dark-light. I…

What lies behind us and what lies ahead are tiny matters compared to what is seeded within. —-John Muir Introducing my new book: To Grow My Garden Within (Amazon, Covenant Books and Barnes and Noble) There is something special about September leaves drifting from the trees, as if we are allowed a chance to peel…

I am frequently asked about the start of Gloria’s Nature Whisperer. Inspiration can hit like a bolt of lightning, or it can float on butterfly wings. Mine was more like the latter. A text flew in on the wings of friendship. My friend Carol, asked this simple question: “What are you doing?“ She was in…

My garden teaches me about the constancy of change. Without change, there is no rebirth. ——G. Hill Gardeners witness a medley of beginnings and endings dressed in splendid textures and colors. Gardens sprout the regularity of change. —–G. Hill Change brings us back to center. In this world of uncertainty, God wants us to know…

Our thirst for life pieces us together creating our collective bloom. How fitting. —-G. Hill There are no extra pieces in the universe. Everyone is here because he or she has a place to fill, and every piece must fit itself into the big jigsaw puzzle. – Deepak Chopra Rain is Earth’s nectar; Ours to…

Note: Some perspectives on island-hopping during the month of June. Destination: Fire Island, NY. Trying to capture the bliss of Fire Island is like trying to still a sunset. Colors and senses collide. Words feel clumsy and inadequate. But it became my challenge—to stir up and kindle the fires that marinate on that special island….

Here in your touch Is where all things flow: courage and faith, safety and grace, And spaces to grow. ——-G. Hill Touch is liquid. It seeps into the contours of life, The cracks, creases and crevasses, Filling it with something—- —–Something old and powerful. —–G. Hill Love doesn’t die with death. Love is a liquid…

A mom touches you first. Then forever. —Katherine Stano The greatest gift She ever gave, Lessons when I misbehaved, Scrapes she kissed away, Was tender wings To float away. —g. hill The mightiest touch can be the one that lets go. —–g. hill She holds your heartstrings Making them strong Fly high and away But…

There is a Judy Collins song of the old west, of a love-struck young gal wondering when her free-spirited young rodeo rider will come back for her. “Someday soon”, she sings. “Someday soon.” WHEN? WHEN? WHEN? The oppressed, the stricken and the also hungry cry out, “When??? When will we be safe? When will there…

Note: A special thank you to friends Paula and Christi. Their deep and meaningful insights led to this post. At any moment, deep in the throes of our fast-paced lives, we can drift back to the gentle echoes of yesteryear. Irish writer John Banville said that the past beats inside us like a second heart….