Welcome to Home Among the Hills.
My thoughts about life find their home and voice here.
Somebody asked me why I love to write.
Putting words together, like pieces of a puzzle, to communicate a thought, an idea or an emotion, is one of the most basic and powerful opportunities in the world.
I feel blessed to have this opportunity to write, this space to share my writing, and the time to do it.
I hope what I write prompts you to think and reflect – maybe even to laugh and/or cry – but also accompanies you on your journey to find your own home and voice.
-Sarah Lowther Hensley
The inspiration for this blog’s name came from the choral piece My Home Among the Hills, by E.W. James, Jr., performed here by the West Virginia Wesleyan College Concert Chorale and Alumni Choir on the occasion of the retirement of Dr. Larry Parsons.
My Home Among the Hills, E.W. James, Jr.
There’s a land of rolling mountains
Where the sky is blue above.
And though I may roam, I hurry home,
To the friendly hills I love.
Where the moonlit meadows ring
with the call of whippoorwills
Always you will find me in my home among the hills
And where the sun draws rainbows in the mist
of waterfalls and mountain rills
My heart will be always in the West Virginia Hills
There, autumn hillsides are bright with scarlet trees
and in the spring, the robins sing
While apple blossoms whisper in the breeze
And there is music in the flashing streams
and joy in fields of daffodils
Laughter through the happy valleys of my home among the hills.