A Tiny Villa on a Hill

Welcome to My Journey – A Tiny Villa on a Hill

A Song by Willie Nelson

Little House on the Hill

There’s a little house that sits upon a hill

That little house it sits so quiet and still

And it’s filled with memories

And they’re calling out to me

Come back to that little house on the hill

That little house it sits so all alone

It needs someone to call it home sweet home

I’m traveling on my way

And I’m going back today

Going back to that little house on the hill

On the hill, on the hill I’m going back to that little house on the hill

I’m traveling on my way And I’m leaving here today

Going back to that little house on the hill

That little house has weathered many storms

It’s a place that feels so cozy and so warm

It’s waiting there for me

And it’s where I long to be I’m going back to that little house on the hill

Now when I get back to that house on the hill

I know it’s gonna be such a thrill

I’ll be glad when I get there Back to my favorite chair

I’m going back to that little house on the hill

On the hill, on the hill

I’m going back to that little house on the hill

I’m traveling on my way

I’ll be leaving here today

I’m going back to that little house on the hill

I’m going back to that little house on the hill

https://genius.com/Willie-nelson-little-house-on-the-hill-lyrics

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This song, “A Tiny Villa on a Hill,” is more than just a melody—it’s the heartbeat of my homecoming. It symbolizes the beginning of my journey: a path of self-discovery, growth, and through that process building a community where we create belonging. It’s a space where healing, learning, and transformation unfolds.

I would like to learn about your ‘Tiny Villa’—that sacred space where you find peace, strength, and clarity. How did you arrive there? This blog is dedicated to sharing courageous, healing stories—those moments where, through sheer belief and faith, we either found healing or continue to walk the path toward it. Even if we stumble, it doesn’t matter; how fast we pick ourselves up is what matters the most.

Join me as we explore the power of growth, the beauty of vulnerability, and the strength in collective healing. Your story matters here.

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