There is the heart we are taught to measure — pulse, pressure, rhythm — and then there is the other heart: the one that carries grief, tenderness, silence, and soul. This reflection explores soul nutrition, holy fluid, emotional exercise, energy, and the sacred art of keeping the inner life in circulation.
Author Archives: A. J. Ashé | Being Human
Love Deleted
A miniature love story on the ache of almost
5 Things We Have Learned About Love
Love is complex and often intertwined with longing and vulnerability. It challenges our perceptions of safety and worthiness, revealing unhealed wounds. True love is not about performance or exposing our innermost selves but about creating a space where both individuals can exist freely, understanding and accepting each other’s truths while fostering genuine connection.
Charity Shop Love
She kept his winter coat by the door, not for warmth, but because goodbyehad once worn sleeves. A. J. Ashé The Coat She almost gave it away in March. By April, she had folded it twice and placed it near the charity bag. But each time she touched the collar, she remembered the way heContinueContinue reading “Charity Shop Love”
Final Whistle
“He waved too soon, she smiled too late, and between them the train learned goodbye.” A. J. Ashé The Platform He had planned to say something ordinary. Safe travels. Text me when you’re home. Don’t forget your scarf. But when the whistle sounded, all the careful words scattered. She stepped onto the train and turned.ContinueContinue reading “Final Whistle”
Café Con Leche
“She left the seat beside her empty, not because she was waiting, but because some absencesstill knew where to sit.” A. J. Ashé The Stillness She stopped saving him a place years ago. At least, that is what she told herself. But every Sunday, in the small café near the station, she still chose theContinueContinue reading “Café Con Leche”
Glares
“She almost said it, but her eyes spoke first, then the door closed, and love ended.” A. J. Ashé The Almost She had practised the sentence all morning,folding it carefully behind her teeth.But when he turned, soft and waiting, language failed her. Her eyes confessed everything first:the longing, the fear, the almost. He understood tooContinueContinue reading “Glares”
Walking Amongst The Shadows
A quiet walk. A familiar shadow. A presence that stays close, yet never fully leaves. In silence, something is witnessed—and something is learned.
The Space Between the Self and the Pattern
A gentle reflection on repetition, survival, shame, and the narrow space between who we are and what we learned to do when life touches old wounds.
Finding Ground in the Ache
A quiet reflection on survival, vigilance, and the ache that does not need to become meaning straight away. Sometimes healing begins by making room for what hurts.