Healthy Ashland

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Comment by ANURAKTI on June 25, 2010 at 1:55pm

How are we all going to stay healthy in Ashland?
With ATT's towers in Ashland Shopping center! How are we going to sit in the movie with all these towers on our heads?
Ask yourselfs Ashlanders?

Comment by Ashland Institute of Massage on September 3, 2009 at 11:35am

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Comment by myles murphy on August 19, 2009 at 2:39pm

what is Rhus. tox? Nelda! help me out here. it's spread from my left knee to my right elbow - don't ask me how. I need to stop it before it gets to my shoulder.

Comment by ANURAKTI on July 10, 2009 at 5:49pm

Updated my website, now you can find out how to use the products. beautiful "You are the colours you choose"
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Comment by myles murphy on June 15, 2009 at 6:45pm

any remedies for poison oak?

Comment by ANURAKTI on June 12, 2009 at 4:14pm

I WOULD LIKE TO GIVE THE GIFT OF COLOR TO THIS COMMUNITY. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR RAINBOW ASHLAND? COLORS TOUCH ARE LIVES IN MANY WAYS." WE ARE THE COLORS WE CHOOSE ".

Comment by Will Wilkinson on June 11, 2009 at 11:14am

Grief can hollow us out. I remember seeing that in the eyes of a man whose son had just died in a freak accident. I wondered if that could ever heal.

My mother died last month. She was in Hospice so we knew it was coming. I spent three days with her just before she left, slept in the room with her, well, didn’t really sleep much because she tried to get up every ten minutes.

“Where you going Mom?

“I don’t know,” she would say, sitting now on the side of her hospital bed, staring into near darkness.

So, I would carefully guide her tiny legs back under the covers and settle her in. “You’re just dreaming Mom, time to go back to sleep.”

“OK.”

She had never been that compliant. In fact, we three sons had always known her as a Drill Sergeant, barking orders and getting things done. Now she was disappearing. In the end, my robust mother was barely three feet tall, curled up like an embryo with fleeing wisps of white hair.

When she died – I got a phone call from my brother – I felt that hollowness moving in. It’s still there.

I’ll have a thought: “Guess I should call Mom before dinner,” then immediately realize there is no one to call. Sometimes I think she is calling me. I’ll feel her presence, as if she has just entered that empty space in my heart. Maybe that’s where she always was and I didn’t know it until she left.

In this town, most of us know Dave Marston. His music has blessed us. And we were shocked to learn of his sudden, serious health condition. He always seemed like some kind of superman to me. I used to wonder, “What is this guy plugged into?”

I don’t know Dave personally. I’m just one of thousands who have been touched by his spirit and music… by who he is. I like to think that who he is, who we all are, can’t be touched by illness or even death; that it somehow remains forever. But that’s just a theory. Fact is, Dave is very sick. Family, friends and admirers are reeling, trying to prepare for what looks like his death. Unless a miracle happens.

Maybe the miracle already happened. How else would you describe what Dave gives in this community? So, I decided to celebrate that by making my Energy Medicine Training on Monday, June 15 at 7pm at Hidden Springs a Benefit for Dave. Admission is by contribution and all the money will go to the Dave Marston and Family fund.

Email will@hiddenspringswellness.com to register.