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Ashley Asti
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“I
don’t
want
to wait
until I’m 73 to
embrace
my body.
To look back
and think of
my beauty:
How did I
miss it?
Let’s not wait another moment.”
― Dear Sisters: Your Nature is to Bloom
don’t
want
to wait
until I’m 73 to
embrace
my body.
To look back
and think of
my beauty:
How did I
miss it?
Let’s not wait another moment.”
― Dear Sisters: Your Nature is to Bloom
“My mother is soil and rain,
clay, ash, sand, sun and moonlight.
My mother is a weeping willow—
strong, daring, dripping.
My mother is oceans so salty and wild
she can consume whole cities—
but, mostly, she chooses to be calm turquoise,
washing softly over toes in sand.
She is vast—
some places un-navigated.
She is offering, felt without words, sacred, and restful.
She grows life.
—mother/Mother Earth”
― The Moon and Her Sisters
clay, ash, sand, sun and moonlight.
My mother is a weeping willow—
strong, daring, dripping.
My mother is oceans so salty and wild
she can consume whole cities—
but, mostly, she chooses to be calm turquoise,
washing softly over toes in sand.
She is vast—
some places un-navigated.
She is offering, felt without words, sacred, and restful.
She grows life.
—mother/Mother Earth”
― The Moon and Her Sisters
“The way I touch
earth and heaven at once,
stretching from soil to sky.
The way the mat holds my feet
and my feet hold me.
The way it seems so simple,
something to be brushed off as
‘too easy,’
and the way it is actually
foundational.
The way I know
that when I am in it,
I am it—
unshakeable no matter what
winds blow or rains pour down.
It is as if I remain,
eternal,
undaunted,
majestic.
—mountain pose”
― Yoga Heartsongs
earth and heaven at once,
stretching from soil to sky.
The way the mat holds my feet
and my feet hold me.
The way it seems so simple,
something to be brushed off as
‘too easy,’
and the way it is actually
foundational.
The way I know
that when I am in it,
I am it—
unshakeable no matter what
winds blow or rains pour down.
It is as if I remain,
eternal,
undaunted,
majestic.
—mountain pose”
― Yoga Heartsongs
“My mother is soil and rain,
clay, ash, sand, sun and moonlight.
My mother is a weeping willow—
strong, daring, dripping.
My mother is oceans so salty and wild
she can consume whole cities—
but, mostly, she chooses to be calm turquoise,
washing softly over toes in sand.
She is vast—
some places un-navigated.
She is offering, felt without words, sacred, and restful.
She grows life.
—mother/Mother Earth”
― The Moon and Her Sisters
clay, ash, sand, sun and moonlight.
My mother is a weeping willow—
strong, daring, dripping.
My mother is oceans so salty and wild
she can consume whole cities—
but, mostly, she chooses to be calm turquoise,
washing softly over toes in sand.
She is vast—
some places un-navigated.
She is offering, felt without words, sacred, and restful.
She grows life.
—mother/Mother Earth”
― The Moon and Her Sisters
“Don’t dig
for your purpose—
let it drop
from the heavens
and fall in your lap.
—you can’t hunt your way to it”
― The Moon and Her Sisters
for your purpose—
let it drop
from the heavens
and fall in your lap.
—you can’t hunt your way to it”
― The Moon and Her Sisters
“I am not ruined
by my expectations of myself.
I am ruined by what I’ve imagined
are yours.
—let go of what they think”
― The Moon and Her Sisters
by my expectations of myself.
I am ruined by what I’ve imagined
are yours.
—let go of what they think”
― The Moon and Her Sisters
“Why did you leave all the others?
he asked me.
They weren’t soft enough.
—redefining masculinity”
― The Moon and Her Sisters
he asked me.
They weren’t soft enough.
—redefining masculinity”
― The Moon and Her Sisters
