wonder – ASHLEY WILSON FELLERS

June 23, 2015July 3, 2015A // W // F

Oh, God, knock me to my knees in wonder …

Teach me that – sometimes – to lie down in a green fieldis to be slain in the spirit … To learn the call of the mockingbird is to speak in tongues … And to walk with head unbowedunder the blue skyis to stare at the ceilingof your Sistine Chapel … painted and repainted by the minute […]

February 13, 2015February 13, 2015A // W // F

One Thing I Know …

… This plain-faced, ordinary world is full of magic: Tree Shadows, Roanoke, Va Hope you stumble over some everyday beauty today… ❤

February 10, 2015February 11, 2015A // W // F

Have you seen the sky lately …?

…I mean really seen it — not just in passing, but with purpose? Because whether you notice it or not, it unrolls itself for you every day — your own private gallery, right there above your head. (All these images, by the way, are perfectly unedited — which should say something.) On our recent road trip […]

January 31, 2015January 31, 2015A // W // F

Thirty Wishes for my City: Day Thirty

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. * I don’t know how I came up with the idea; I just know that for me, it […]

January 30, 2015January 30, 2015A // W // F

A Prayer, Left in a Rose Garden Where Nothing is Blooming: Day Twenty-Nine

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. * The other day, while I’m sitting at my desk at work, I write a prayer. When it […]

January 19, 2015A // W // F

A Strange Little Almost-Poem About Manholes (Yes, Really), Left on Top of One in the Middle of a Field

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. * A few weeks ago, a wrote an almost-poem about manholes. I kid you not. I found a particularly […]

January 13, 2015January 14, 2015A // W // F

A Prayer for Grownups, Inked Onto Beechnuts, Left on the Wasena Bridge: Day Twelve

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. Have you ever wondered why seeds do what they do? Why they send their small sprouts toward the light? […]

January 11, 2015A // W // F

The Prayer I Didn’t Intend to Write: Day Eleven

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. I didn’t plan to write these words today — I really didn’t. But this afternoon, in the middle […]