Author Archives: ashley

Bathing my children one evening, my son decided to start splashing water all over the floor and me. I asked him to stop and he just carried on splashing (harder) so again I asked him to stop and each time the tone in my voice was sounding more and more irritated. He was perceptive to […]

Secrets… Many people have them burried deep down in themselves. Some are light and gentle, others are burdensome and heavy. Some secrets have to be kept and we honor the secret bearer, with some we struggle hard to let them rise to the light. I stumbled over this beautiful site, where people are allowed to […]

One Bright Idea… brought to you by Judi Richardson I Hear Love At one point I can remember telling others, in a rather resentful way, that my father only spoke to me of sports. I wanted him to tell me he loved me, to tell me he was proud of me. Instead, he taught me […]

What’s happened to me?!?! It sure is difficult for me to blog these days. Most of my computer time is being spent at the Integral Education Forum. Recently I’ve been wondering about the role of ‘transparency’ in organizations. The deeper that I dive into my own personal practice of transparency and commitment to genuineness and […]

as we walk in the door from another long day at school and work, the children seem tired and irritated, maybe from the stress and struggles of the day, i have learnt as a parent to understand that when the kids get home they are able and need to release some of that stress! the […]

Chris at Parking Lot is a great mentor for me on holding space. Today he uses the story of the re-discovery of the ivory-billed woodpecker to teach about holding space and never giving up on anyone. Joy Harjo’s cousin wrote about the meaning of the birds to the Muskogee people: The honorable ivory-billed woodpecker has […]

Snippets from a journey unfolding A friend writes to me, ?i looked out into the ocean….the water was rough and an anology came to me about the state of being i have found myself in. What i am experiencing reminds me of entering a rough sea and getting caught in a rip-tide. For a bit […]