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Author Archives: ashley
lesson in patience
a sharing at the oslist from alan stewart On patience with one’s gradual growth … respecting the rhythm of the spirit I remembered one morning when I discovered a cocoon in the bark of a tree,just as the butterfly was making a hole in its case and preparing to comeout. I waited a while but […]
Rogue school
i got to reconnect with my friend nick palermo at the pie throwing party the other night… please read this truly inspirational dream of his. one theme in his dream sums up my aims at easily amazed pretty succintly, “just examining the sometimes ugly, sometimes beautiful world, looking for truth and lessons.” my dreams last […]
thank you
thank you thank you thank you to each and every one of you that reads these easily amazed journeys… to each and every one of you that reaches out and touches my heart (and the hearts of others) in the most sincere and honest ways… to each and every one of you that shares your […]
fierce emotions and frozen words
on the oslist, karen gorrin writes about the rewards that come from acknowledging and honoring intense emotions that we feel: I find that the “gasp-lack of oxygen” feeling can be a fear response that arises when powerful, unfamiliar, or uncomfortable emotions catch people by surprise. Often, just the act of naming the emotion, and normalizing […]
angel kisses
one friend and mentor close to my heart taught me about angel kisses. for me, an angel kiss usually lands ever-so-gently upon my forehead, just between my eye brows. it’s a tingly feeling of peace, ease, love, joy, bliss and it sprinkles throughout my being. i feel the spirit of the kiss glide through my […]
sharing
i’m currently reading The Power of Limits: Proportional Harmonies in Nature, Art, and Architecture by Gyorgy Doczi when we look deeply into the patterns of an apple blossom, a seashell, or a swinging pendulum, however, we discover a perfection, an incredible order, that awakens in us a sense of awe that we knew as children. […]