Star City, Second Chance: a Gratitude Project
Sometimes it’s hard to love the place where you live. Which is why I’ve given myself a challenge: every day, for forty days, I’m going to find *one* thing that I love about this town. And then I’m going to write about it. You can follow my journey here:
When home doesn’t feel like Home …
Canvas, Paint, & the Stubborn, Sloppy Act of Daily Gratitude: Day One
Secret Messages in the Woods: Day Two
Highwire Acts & Sky-High Heels: Day Three
Life Really *Is* Like a Box of Chocolates … & a Giveaway: Day Four
Too Many Good Gifts to Pick Just One: Day Five
Sidewalks, Spider Silk, & the Magic of Everyday Things: Day Seven
Just a Long Trail & My Tangled Thoughts: Day Eight
Gold Leaves, Ginkgo Trees & a Stranger’s Blessing: Day Nine
Quiet Grace at My Window: Day Ten
The Undeserved Gift of Good Neighbors: Day Eleven
The Moment of Gratitude I Almost Missed: Day Twelve
An Open Road & a City of Stars: Day Fourteen
Grateful for the Perfect Cup of Joe: Day Fifteen
A Little College Nostalgia at an Off-Campus Coffeehouse: Day Sixteen
Stalking the Light in the Woods: Day Seventeen
When a Bridge is a Roadside Cathedral & There’s Water Underneath: Day Eighteen
A Greenhouse Full of Good Food & Great People: Day Nineteen
The Silver Lining That Takes My Breath Away: Day Twenty-One
Finding (& Making) Art at the Taubman: Day Twenty-Two
Small Wonders in Downtown Roanoke: Day Twenty-Three
Sharing a Grilled Cheese with the Angel of Grandin Village: Day Twenty-Four
Eden on Two Acres, by Last Light: Day Twenty-Five
The day I wrote something almost like a poem … while waiting for a hamburger: Day Twenty-Six
Week in Review: Day Twenty-Seven
A Long, Slow Breath in Old Southwest: Day Twenty-Eight
A Metaphor in the Beating of Wings: Day Twenty-Nine
Beauty in the Junkyard: Day Thirty
A Collection of Small, Beautiful Things: Day Thirty-One
A Completely Random Moment of Creative Connection: Day Thirty-Two
A Lazy Afternoon in a Roomful of Books: Day Thirty-Three
Week in Review: Day Thirty-Four
When Baking Cookies is an Act of Intentional Gratitude: Day Thirty-Five
When A Single Leaf Changes the Course of the Day: Day Thirty-Six
The Star City, Wearing White: Day Thirty-Seven
A Love Letter on Thanksgiving … Sort-of: Day Thirty-Eight
Finding Character(s) at a Greasy Spoon: Day Thirty-Nine
A Last & First Look at the Star City: Day Forty
The Secret Messages Project
For thirty days, I’ll be working to fill the world with good words … in chalk or in dry-erase marker, on bathroom-stall walls, trees and sidewalks and skin. Want to join me? Send me an email or a comment and tell me what you’re working on… Let’s do this together. ❤
The Time I Almost Got Arrested for Writing a Poem in Chalk on a Bridge: a Preface
Sharp Top Mountain: Day One of Something Good
Words, Taped to the Underside of a Table in a Blacksburg Pizza Parlor: Day Two
A Prayer, Tucked into a Hollow Log at Fishburn Park: Day Three
A Message, Written on a Leaf Just Off the Murray Run Greenway: Day Four
Instructions, Tucked Between Two Books in the Public Library: Day Five
Truth, Chalked on a Stone by the Roanoke River, Near Woodbridge Trailhead: Day Six
A Revelation, Tucked in a Box Left on the Herbert Davies Memorial Bridge: Day Seven
A Little Hope, Left on a Boulder in Harkrader Park: Day Eight
An Invitation, Left on a Picnic Table on Top of Mill Mountain: Day Nine
Dry Erase Marker, on a Mirror in the Women’s Restroom, in a Local Coffeehouse: Day Ten
The Prayer I Didn’t Intend to Write: Day Eleven
A Prayer for Grownups, Inked Onto Beechnuts, Left on the Wasena Bridge: Day Twelve
A Little Comfort, Written on Small Stones, Sunk in the River: Day Thirteen
A Quiet Reminder, Clipped to a Wire Fence by the Railroad Tracks: Day Fifteen
A Promise, Left on a Park Bench in the Frost: Day Sixteen
A Reminder to Myself, Hidden in the Boulders at Wind Rock: Day Seventeen
Color and Words, Left in the Healing Garden by the Hospital: Day Nineteen
A Call to Speak, Left at a Podium Facing the River: Day Twenty
An Invitation to Look Again, Hung on a Tree in the Marsh: Day Twenty-One
A One-Word Invitation, Chalked on an Abandoned Railroad Track: Day Twenty-Two
A Promise of Warmer Days, Left at the Ballpark: Day Twenty-Three
A Question, Left by a Brook in Garst Mill Park: Day Twenty-Four
A Secret Message for a Special Someone, Left on a Rooftop Overlook: Day Twenty-Five
An Offering, Left in the Amphitheater at Elmwood Park: Day Twenty-Six
One Simple Little Message, Left at Lake Spring Park: Day Twenty-Seven
A Hint of What’s to Come: Day Twenty-Eight
A Prayer, Left in a Rose Garden Where Nothing is Blooming: Day Twenty-Nine
ASHLEY WILSON FELLERS 