Jodi’s Blog ... From the Artist’s Heart



on going for a walk

Some may think I’m just going for a walk.  But I’m looking for clues. Clues for what’s next. Not that I’m dissatisfied with here…I love here…and I can’t think of a better way to celebrate now, then to look around a bit.  I’m only here because I was curious.  If you stop being curious, well, then you just stop.  I’m not ready to stop.  And my feet want to go. My feet have seen as much as my brain.  They’re partners.  And then when my heart comes along. Then there’s magic.  Then I find wild asparagus.  Wild asparagus that makes me cook in colors of a yellow egg omelet, with the wild greens of the asparagus, and a little red hot sauce,...

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Inside and Outside the Artist's Studio - Fall Edition 2018

Preview of the fall issue of the Jodi's magazine. You'll find original artwork, stories, poems, and pictures. Get an inside look at Jodi's life in Aix en Provence and her travels.  https://youtu.be/9PVpU-EF7Hw And order your own copy at: http://www.blurb.com/b/8954446-jodi-hills-inside-and-outside-the-artist-s-studio        

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No Path Back

Reaching for my iphone this morning, I could see a book of poetry on the shelf. I thought, “I was raised on poetry. I need to read more. Everyday.” I grabbed the phone and went to exercise. The book stayed on the shelf. While exercising I like to listen to podcasts. Today, on This American Life, it was “It’ll make sense when you’re older.” The stories went from kids in school, who thought they knew everything, how they got a little older, started to realize what they didn’t know, and ended with an elderly man in the beginnings of Alzheimers. He hated going to the doctor. At 79, and a successful physics professor, he was irritated, that this 40 year...

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Fleur

There is a story of a monk who brings one flower into the room of other monks. He holds it up before them. They look at each other and question, "What does it mean? He's not doing anything? What is he saying? What are we supposed to learn?" The room buzzes. But one man just smiles. He smiles and knows. The monk with the flower smiles back. They both know, and are at peace knowing, sometimes, it's just about the simple beauty of a flower. I hope you can find that beauty, every day. It's there for you. Just look around, and when you see it, smile. Your smile will help the others see.

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