Jodi Hills

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


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Donned and feathered.

We were in the car this morning. Dominique said something about used pickup trucks… or cars, or something… I don’t really know. When I didn’t respond he asked what I was thinking. I said, “I was thinking that Meryl Streep was the first to perfect the linen blouse and and khaki pants ensemble in the movie Out of Africa. And I was thinking that perhaps no one has done it better…until today…” I gave the Vanna White motion over my outfit, and smiled. “We really are wired differently,” he said. I smiled, because now I was thinking that no one ever used Meryl Streep and Vanna White in the same sentence. Off we flew to the grocery store.

We are all so different. But isn’t that the real beauty? We should be able to see it. To live it. Not fight it. No more square pegging in round holes. It’s exhausting. We can do that for each other. Be loving. Be accepting. But first, I think, and maybe most importantly, we have to do that for ourselves. I wrote many years ago, “What a relief to be myself.” I hope you can feel that. Truly feel it. Then you can celebrate it. Find others, in the relief of being themselves, and we can all truly enjoy the company — the company of all those strange, wonderful, possible, joyful people — donned and feathered with hearts on sleeves and smiles on faces!

This new day is here — how are you going to wear it?


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Not disposable.

The radio in our kitchen plays beautiful music, when you turn it off.  It took a minute to understand that it wasn’t broken, just different.  If the light is shining on the small screen, that means it is off. I suppose in the time it took us to figure out this unique quality of our radio, we could have just thrown it away, bought a new one. But it was not disposable. It was a gift from someone we love, and it deserved our attention. Each morning, I put the coffee on the stove, plate the croissants, and turn off the radio. We begin, weird and wonderful, and filled with music.


If each radio is wired differently, just imagine us humans. We learn, live and love in so many diverse and sometimes challenging ways. We respond so differently. But we are not disposable. We can’t just throw people away. We need to take the time to understand what others are hearing, saying, living. With this understanding, this empathy — not sympathy — (I don’t feel sorry for my radio – I think it’s cool!) — we can truly love, and be loved.  And what glorious music that is!  Listen.