Jodi Hills

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


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Heart strings.

She sent a picture of the Kentucky Bourbon Balls she made yesterday. It was after our first trip to Kentucky this year that I made them. And instantly I was in love. Well, what’s not to love? Sugar! yes! Pecans! yes! Bourbon, chocolate, yes, yes!!! So I wrote a story. Took the pictures and passed it on to my little world. She, seeing, feeling this love, decided to make them for herself. We are connected in so many ways, but once again, yesterday, we, from across the sea, were gathered in.


You never know what it will be that connects us. But I’m a firm believer in throwing out a lot of heart strings, hoping, knowing that some will attach. And when they do — oh, how delicious!!! Because that’s really all we have, all we are, these connections. They give us strength, purpose, joy, the ability to live, more importantly the reason to live.
I’m reaching out again today. I know you are out there. I can feel it. The strings of my heart whisper yes. Yes!

We are only as strong as our connections.