Jodi Hills

So this is who I am – a writer that paints, a painter that writes…


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A little lift.

It won’t hold any more because of it. Be more secure. Even lighten the load. I suppose it wasn’t at all necessary to add the French scarf to my French bag, but it is beautiful! It feels like a compliment — and we all know (I hope we all know) how good those feel!

My mother was probably the best at it. Giving compliments. She threw them out like Halloween candy through a screen door, never asking, “Who are you supposed to be?” She simply filled my open heart with all the sugar it craved. 

I’ve mentioned it before, but it’s worth repeating (which I guess is the point of all of this — the joyful repeat). She often taught me three things with just four simple words. When getting ready together for a special event, she would walk into my room and say first, “You look good too!”  We had to control our giggles as not to smear our make-up. And in that simple phrase she managed to compliment me, compliment herself (which is vital — you can’t give away what you don’t have), and give us both a reason to laugh.

So I put a scarf on my purse. I tell my friend she looks beautiful. That she smells good! The stranger in line that I like her coat. And I’m not afraid to tell the woman in the next dressing room, “You look good too!”  Because the laughter must be shared. The compliments given freely!  And maybe, just maybe, unlike my purse, it DOES lighten the load, just a little.

On your way up today, don’t forget to give someone a lift. 


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Lunch for the soul.

There was no logistical reason for her to write my name on the paper sack that held my lunch. I, alone, carried it from our kitchen table to the bus to my locker at school. Still I looked for it every day, along with the small note. It was only ever a few words, like have a good day, or I love you, but truth be told, it filled me much more than the half sandwich enclosed.

Knowing how little it takes to make someone’s day, I wonder why we don’t do it more. I need to do it more. Give compliments. A smile and a wave. Write letters — small notes even. Because it always comes back. I was schooled from the best. 

Yesterday, I wrote two cards. Sealed them with wax, placed the international stamp in the corner, and walked them to the mailbox. This morning, I opened a random sketchbook, looking for inspiration for the blog, and there it was, a note saved from my mother — “To my little feathered friend — Love you forever and for always!” — and my heart is full. 

I hope you can hear them, these songs of hope, songs of joy, truth, and inspiration, these tiny messages of love I send out on wings. They didn’t start with me — They must not end here.


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The power of a wow.

I recently bought a new desk pad. I like it very much. They sent an email asking for a review. I didn’t erase it. I thought maybe I could get around to it. I scrolled past it for a couple of days. And then my publisher posted a recent review from my website. The “wow” and the “amazing” filled my heart and directed me immediately to the place where I bought my desk pad. I used the same words that I was given. It matters — the things we do and say.

It would be so easy to let the moments slip by. We often feel, “well, it goes without saying…” And maybe that’s true, but does it have to? It doesn’t cost us anything. And it takes almost no time at all. Really no effort. So what makes us hesitate? What makes us hold on to the compliment when we see her looking beautiful in that dress? When we see him going beyond a normal effort? I want to be the one who says — “That’s a great color on you!” and “Bravo, monsieur!” I want to be free and easy with my praise. I have felt the power of a wow – and I want you to feel the same. Everyone should feel this.

My pockets are usually only filled with dreams. Along with a little joy. Neither take up any space at all. So today I will throw in an extra “amazing!” and a few “wow!”s and be eager to give them away at a moment’s notice. No scrolling. No I’ll get to it later. Just a pocketful at the ready.

Have an amazing day today, my friends. A wow is just within reach.


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Flung.

She ran up to me in the checkout line in Menards with the exuberance of an airport pick-up. (If you’re old enough to remember when you could meet someone at their gate and greet them as they got off the plane and entered back into your world.) Arms flung around each other as if no time had passed, or perhaps to gather in all the time that had. Either way, it worked. I was wrapped and cuddled by this girl of my schools days, this bundle of youth, this Jenny, and it was delightful!

It was only a few minutes. She needed to return to all the others wanting to “save big money…” and I needed to become an adult again. But what a trip. A trip back to high school halls filled with laughter and hope and running. A trip to the colors of red and black uniforms – cheering, competing, becoming…


Moments. Gifts. So easily given. Without cost. Forever priceless. Today is another chance to give. To receive. I greet the morning with arms flung! Thank you, Jenny!