“The Hills Are Alive”


Many years ago when I was just a child, my godmother and aunt, treated me to a Broadway show – Mary Martin in the Sound of Music. I’ll never forget the Playlist, songs, inspiration, and captive imagination that sparkled my awe, just waiting to explore and absorb the evolution of that story.

I can’t sing well, but doing so evokes very deep feelings of joy as well as sadness. Discussing spirituality, our roles in life, our directions, witnessing Love, art, music, compassion, relating to all that surrounds, gives me a sense of joy and belonging that many, today, just seem too busy to “pay attention” and absorb in their daily lives.

Today, I was honored to be in the company of three incredibly exemplary women, engaged in discussions about Life, Creation, and our roles in bridging an old world, and the new one emerging.

On the drive home and after hours of discussion, I neared home and turned onto the familiar street, catching sight of an incredible sky — that yes, spoke through its unusual pattern of clouds that seemed as Hills in the Sky. I had to stop the car at the side of the road to take a camera shot before these wisps dissipated into their azure past.

Then, for the first time ever in this place, after arriving home, I caught sight of a pair of Rose Breasted Evening Grosbeaks in our backyard. The bright red coloring of the male against his stark white and black body lured my unsuspecting attention. Later, I saw what seemed to be a brown finch, however, after some research, it probably was a female brown Evening Grosbeak. Again, something I have never witnessed in my over 20 years on this Island. The Message? – Pay attention to details and the messages they seek to convey and transmit to your heart & soul. Find the connections all around us.

By jjillgallery

Quietly seeking to meet Trust wherever Life leads, I understand service as key to gratitude and balance. Freshwater woodlands evoke the most serenity in me wherever they're found. I've shared space & time on terrain of my Ligurian and Oscan ancestors, feeling their souls guiding me, especially in silent contemplation. Today, after over thirty years of engagement in programs for children, secondary, university and adult learning, the gifts life brings on Long Island's Matinecock-Algonquin earth, I try to give & receive with grace.

2 replies on ““The Hills Are Alive””

At first, the bird flitted from the ground to one wooden point of the stockade fence. The red marking against the bright white just naturally caught my attention. I remembered seeing and researching this species in a paperback bird manual my mother used to keep handy to identify birds arriving from the woods beyond the backyard. With the loss of so many species in the chain of these contemporary events, seeing this pair in an unlikely tiny suburban backyard rekindles hope!

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