My best advice to anyone traveling in India is to hire a driver. One like Shri Rana Ji, who can navigate the lanes like a king salmon up river against all odds, currents and competitors while stopping on a half … Continue reading
Anne Hills
We wake to a hazy morning across the world from most of the people we know and love, greeted by strangers saying “Namaste , Good morning” with hands pressed palm to palm facing skyward over their hearts. We reflect their … Continue reading
Arriving at the new New Delhi airport we are met by Susan’s son Jonah and Whitney, his girlfriend, who have been traveling and volunteering in India since September. Jonah is a devotee of Ama, a guru known through out the … Continue reading
What’s it like to not know where you were born? I mean really know, other than in name and location. To never have seen the streets winding back and forth from the houses and shops. To never have felt the … Continue reading
If you’re here visiting my new website (beautifully designed by my husband, Mark Moss) you must know me through my music, songs, Haiku, prose, poetry, performances, photos or stories. Although I feel the same way about the word “blog” … Continue reading
words: Anne Hills; music: Peter Erskine © 1999 Raven Heart Music / Ersko Music From Anne’s album Points of View As the wings of night unfold And its darkest feathers spread None can bargain with the sun Or escape the … Continue reading
w&m Anne Hills © Raven Heart Music From Anne’s album Points of View I’ve been lookin’ down on you for years Scurryin’ around, acting like you’re so important Do you think the moon just disappears, that the stars switch off … Continue reading
w&m Anne Hills © Raven Heart Music From Anne’s album Points of View Spring came with a dusting of snow upon the pines Love flew with the wilder geese straight north in crooked lines Life grew, buds were reaching out … Continue reading
w&m Anne Hills © Raven Heart Music From Anne’s album Points of View A red-tailed hawk turns to face the snow hearing the flock of winter wrens below she spreads her wings, lifting to the west winter storm, brings little … Continue reading
words: Anne Hills; music: Allen Power © Raven Heart Music From Anne’s album Points of View My daughter and Vincent van Gogh Are here for the national show. The crowd gathers round us we’re waiting in line. She’s anxious to … Continue reading