This week I’ve been writing about women and their various movements throughout history. Barbie the movie came out on the tail end of the Me Too movement. So much of the script was understandable if one considers this cultural context. But, when I saw this film for the first time, I was in a theater by myself. In one of the final scenes, I started to get choked up because I just couldn’t believe she was about to say to Ken. . .

While the online magazine is designed to invite people out of the chaos into a serene, immersive experience, with that same goal in mind, I will touch on politics. My objective source is developed through the lens of the common ground perspective, championing the phrase, “We all have roots in common ground.” Thus, the “Common Ground Sound Project” and the “Common Ground Sound Immersive Magazine” and so on.

I’ve been dreaming about living on a mini-farm outside of Nashville, someday walking through peaceful paths holding hands with little twin grand-boys, one on each side. I’ve been posting reels with sweet, soft music under slow visuals of simplified homestead life. But, to hold on to dreams like mine in this country, I have to face the reality of our political system. I don’t love that we tolerate dirty politics— “for the greater good” in this country, but we are all human and

I had lost all track of time. My Son and Daughter-in-Love are at the hospital. The babies just might be on their way today! I forgot it was blog writing day, but what a day to write a blog, especially about how it’s good to dream!

It is Spring and I’m writing about wintering. There is a wonderful reason for that. Everything that happened under a blanket of snow is now “freshly” coming forth. I encourage you to get settled into a quiet space and take the plunge into this blog to realize the amazing thing that is happening to you right now. It is such good news. Fresh /freSH/ adjective something recently made, harvested, or newly arrived; not spoiled, stale, frozen, or preserved In the COMMON GROUND SOU

It’s all about falling in love with God and creation on a much deeper level. It’s about growing herbs and vegetables, and then slowly cooking for loved ones from a place way down in your heart few ever have the privilege of experiencing.

In today’s blog I’m going to talk about something that I can’t unsee.

We are dangerously misled by a great lack of clarity in these areas. Obviously we are in a drastic season of exposure where the Lord is choosing to clean up the church.

I don’t want to stand before the Lord knowing I didn’t try to do my part in this. When others say "Don’t spend time on something so futile."

It is crucial to understand the difference between "die to self" and "self-care" for mental and emotional well-being.

This is the final blog in this series, and as promised, I’ll do my best to put it all "on the table.”

Here’s the deeper “deeply loving” reason I’ve written these two blog series...

So, what’s this “deeply loving” reason you’re writing all this, Jill?” I’m glad you asked.

I was lying on the ground with my hands clinging to the limestone when a dark circle came over and surrounded me. It wasn’t dark clouds. I knew that because the temperature didn’t shift.

I kept saying this to my former husband, “Two people telling each other what the other one is doing wrong is like two dogs chasing each other’s tail. What we need to do is go to our corners and chase our own tails until we catch them!"

My former husband/childhood friend is not evil. Not even close! He is a good guy, and I mean a really good guy! So, what’s the problem...

I sat with the third counselor in a row and heard the same thing repeated again. It wasn’t until that third time that my mind finally let it actually register. “You are not the narcissist in this picture; your husband is.”

The first time I ran into my former husband in adulthood, he was pushing tidy little white lines of cocaine around on a black tabletop...

There is just something about the mesmerizing white lines of an interstate or highway that seems to lull me into a certain kind of freedom I can’t resist.

With all that disclaimer out of the way, I’m now going to shamelessly gurm the crap out of a well known guitar player named, Will McFarlane.