My father passed away in November of last year. I have never been more sad. It’s a messy recovery process that I choose to feel openly and vulnerably.
To process the grief, I am writing a book. This outlet allows me to process the roller coaster of emotions while feeling I am serving humanity. From time to time, I publish essays and excerpts. This is the reservoir for those writings. I hope they make you uncomfortable. I hope they make you comfortable. I hope you agree. I hope you disagree.
Here’s what matters most:
I hope they help you find more of you — the most important single act for “health.”
~ Farmer Ashley