It is this little thing; this little taken for granted thing…companions on the day to day journey that brings me to my life. If I really think about it – they – my friends scattered like Saharan dust over Africa – are my life. My friends. The ones I hold close to me now, who have trekked other countries and watched me stumble through my most recent incarnation. The ones who knew me before I really knew myself, the ones who still know the heart of me.


New York has brought me face to face with both. I’ve been cradled in the love of friends in ways I haven’t thought of in so many years. Hearing their voices across phone lines – catching up where we last left off as if it were an interrupted phone call instead of a year or three. Spending hours at conversations –dinner our excuse for such extravagant exchanges.


It is like singing in the shower. A guilty pleasure that makes me smile to myself for hours afterward. Or like doing something nice for someone for no particular reason…only I’m the one receiving the unspoken kindness.


I know some of the most beautiful people in the world. They come in and out of my life at unanticipated intervals and move me to laugh, to cry, to change, to remain, to dream, to accomplish, to find peace and to be at peace.


I know love…so much love…and I am thankful beyond words for its bearers.

2 Comments on love

  1. [deleted] says:

    If everyone could experience what you have there would not be a selfish person on the face of this planet. I LOVE this blog.

  2. AJ says:

    I am noticing a trend (a good one). I again agree with TJ, but i can said it in one great word, compund that is:


    *sniff, sniff*

    good stuff again miss ashley!!! you made my day!!! 😀

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