When the thaw happens, it happens all at once. * Almost two months ago now. We go walking in the woods: me, T and two dear friends. New-fallen snow lines every limb and leaf. The light is pale silver; the air cold, but not too cold. Like Winter is making up its mind. * We have […]
Author: A // W // F
A Monday-morning call to look again …
Can I tell you something? Can I say it here — now — before the noise of the week presses in and drowns out my words? Oh, friend. Hear me: this world is full of magic. And I believe the best magic waits for those of us who see things a little differently. There’s mystery […]
I can’t stop seeing stardust on our skin …
“People travel to wonder at the height of the mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long course of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motion of the stars …and yet they pass by themselves without wondering.” — St. Augustine I’ve got a thing for ordinary […]
what we were meant for …
A memory: I am just a girl, with one skinny arm thrust from the car window. The hand cupped to cut the air: lifting. I am too young, then, to have learned Bernoulli’s Principle, or to have heard the word “airfoil.” But still, my palm curls into the wind, without needing an explanation. Without knowing […]
Flashback: a Promise, Left on a Park Bench in the Frost
As I write these words, Winter is having its last gasp. Fat white flakes swirl, caught in the golden cones streaming from the streetlights. Once again — when we’re all hungering so fiercely for Spring — the world erases itself into white. And yet: Winter cannot last. If you’re finding that hard to believe today, please know that I dug […]
the place I come from…
“I think what you notice most when you haven’t been home in a while is how much the trees have grown around your memories.” — Mitch Albom It’s been quiet here at alpha // whiskey // foxtrot for the last few days, and that’s because I’ve spent those days in the company of my […]
other tongues …
I have spent my life in the company of those who like to talk about words. Their power (so they say) mightier than the sword.
But words are just one language, and — hear me — there are others. Ones I am just now beginning to learn…
ASHLEY WILSON FELLERS 