Tuesday, August 11, 2015

I have moved my blog to my new website: www.ashleyweber.com I hope to see you there! 

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Yes, I screwed up. Yes, I burned a beautiful piece of turquoise. Yes, I melted the bird. But isn't that what it's about? Throwing yourself into the fire and being able to walk out of the flame a different person? As a more knowledgeable being? To study and fail and gain from that failure? Because that's what it is for me. It's beauty and it's failure and it's power.... and it's still wearable. And I will wear it proudly. And the next one will be as perfect as any human made thing can be.

Monday, July 20, 2015

Don't you grow tired?
Don't you find the push and the pull and the tread to be exhausting?
To have others scrape the top of your heart
to pull at your shoulders
their hands tight around the walls you've built yourself

Aren't you tired of the same sunset?
the finish of every day falling desperately to the earth
the crash and burn and build of every new awakening
each day in ash
each night its testimony

The anger is hollowing each bone
the sadness filling me with water
surely I'll float away
surely I will.

There's no rest in this being
no truth in these heavy ribs
and there's no respite
for what it's worth, it isn't.
darling, it isn't.

She is bent and burdened.
She is unrelenting
She is taking me with her

Surely I'll float away.
Surely I will.

Friday, July 3, 2015

It's an overcast morning here. It's cool(er), breezy, dark. The morning light is barely peeking through the window. I've already been out to water the vegetables. Over night, two hotdog sized caterpillars visited and decimated the Scotch Bonnet Pepper buffet... I made sure two birds had a very hearty breakfast.
The dogs are playing together below my feet. Frankie pretends she couldn't just rip Indy to shreds, and you can tell, for the moment, he believes he's twice her size.
It's a beautifully slow morning... Austin made us both breakfast and then headed to work, and I'm sitting here sketching over the remainder of my coffee. It's these types of mornings that make me feel so at peace, whole, collected.
The past few days I've had that piece of lyric from Anna Nalick, "Breathe" - "Life's like an hour glass glued to the table," stuck in my head on repeat.
Over dinner Austin and I often discuss time. I question if it's because I work at home, if it's because were 30 now, if it's just like everyone tells you- "Time goes by so fast when you're older." ...but everyday seems like the same day, these days. "How is is already Friday again? It was just Friday."
Though I never really took the time to post about it, my Oregon Birthday trip did happen. Would you believe it if I told you that it didn't rain one single day that we were there? Not a single day. Then, walking back into the airport to fly home, the sky opened and stayed open until we lost sight of what was happening on the ground. It was so beautiful.

If pictures are worth a thousand words, I really have nothing to say. 
I will never forget this amazing time in my life and I am so grateful for the people I have to spend it with. 

Have a wonderful 4th of July weekend. Be safe, enjoy yourself, live every moment. I'll be out paddle boarding the river.

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

"Love her, but leave her wild." -Atticus

For the winged, the wild-hearted, the protector, the peace bringer, the fighter, the one who cannot be tamed. For the woman whose wings may be beaten and battered, yet nothing keeps her from soaring. This one is for you. My kindred sister.  


Friday, May 29, 2015

A gentle reminder: you are but a tiny mantis in this garden called life.