Adapting To A Diagnosis

Over the last month I’ve been picked and prodded at during various doctors appointments. I’ve had my kidney and liver function checked, bladder and thyroid function. I’ve had a fasting blood glucose test, a regular ultra sound and a vaginal ultra sound before I finally got an answer. When the gynecologist walked into the office…

Adapting To Minimalism

Really this story goes way back, back to my early teens when frustrated with my situation, I went to my Mom for a solution to my messy room. Back then I’d never heard of anything like minimalism, the idea of living with less, but certainly heard more on the subject of organizing your junk. So that’s…

Adapting To Death And The Woods

To be honest, I don’t really know what I was thinking packing up all of my shit in San Francisco and to head to the woods. Well, not the woods exactly but for this suburban/city girl, Weed, California is as ‘in the woods’ as I get. It’s not that I don’t like it here, actually the contrary,…

My first Acupuncture Experience

For various reasons I decided to try acupuncture, the practice of placing thin, solid, sterile stainless-steele needles into specific point of your body in order to activate or inhibit the flow of Qi and blood. It’s a comprehensive health practice as it involves the emotional as well as the physical connecting specific organs to certain…

Adaptable Ashley-A Name Change For An Ever-changing Person

I used to avoid change like bill collectors, and well, actual bill collectors. But all that has changed now. Not necessarily by choice, but by pure force of the universe I have had to change and basically learn to adapt to things out of my control so many times and in so many ways. Once…

Mirror Work and Matchas

Last week I got an email from HayHouse radio about mirror work. After watching the video I decided that I wanted to try it and so decided to take the advice in the video and try in out for seven days. The Challenge  The challenge is seven days of mirror work for five minutes per day,…

Mom

Sitting here writing this I’m listening to Rolling Stone and I feel like Bob Dylan is talking to me.  Which is weird, not because he’s obviously not talking to me but mostly because I never really liked Bob Dylan. Gasp, I know. I just always felt that he talked more than sang. Whenever I mentioned this to my…