I am going to tell you a story, and you will probably not believe me.
I’m deciding that’s okay…
Tag: spirituality
the words i need you to hear today …
Manna Meditations, Day 27 I drive out to a solitary place, where the forest gives way to open fields. When I park the car at an overlook, the only sound is the wind tearing around the car, trying to find a way into my little shell of warm air. I have my big camera with […]
in the land of the living …
You might not know this about me, but I’ve got a lot of old scriptures rattling around in my head. I was raised in a world where –for better or worse — the Bible was Law. At the conservative private school I attended as a girl, I copied out long passages of scripture from memory, […]
Sleepless, Under Shooting Stars {a Flashback}
If I’ve managed to convey one thing in my little series about insomnia, I hope you know this: insomnia is hard … but also, it can be pretty special. Few words capture this better than the ones below, which I wrote just after the night of my ninth wedding anniversary. It’s one of my favorite posts … I […]
the imperfectionist’s prayer
oh, Lord, leave me …
… undone.
heal me, but don’t –
(forgive me
for saying it) …
The Body Electric: Day Twenty-One
Can I say something honest to you? I grew up in a world that talked a lot about God — a lot — and I’m not always comfortable with the things that world taught me about him. Tonight, though, as I walk the streets on this darkest night of the year, I stop in front of a […]
The Body Electric: Day Twenty
Tonight, at the exact moment of the Winter Solstice, I am standing out in my front yard, head craned back, staring at the sky… I’m looking for magic. The thing about the solstice is that it comes at the exact same moment for all of us — the instant when the sun crests over Stonehenge and begins the […]
Good Words for Thanksgiving …
Today, as so many of us here in the States board planes or toss bags into cars to rush home for the Thanksgiving holiday, I thought I’d share this little snatch of a poem from Mary Oliver. Somehow it just seems right: Happy Thanksgiving, friends … Today I’m wishing you a little space to draw a […]
When the Past is a Pool of Water by the River’s Edge
I scramble down the trail to the ravine, feet sliding on loose rocks, camera balanced on one hip. When I catch my breath, I look up to see what I’ve come for: the river, twisting green in the sun. This is the place I come to when I need to think about the Past — need the sensation […]
A Reminder, Right Above My Head …
Sometimes the way out … … is Up. ❤
ASHLEY WILSON FELLERS 