"A collection of my thoughts, feelings, and emotions, to the world around me"
Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.
In this episode, I take you for a ride in the car. Buckle up and let’s see what spring stories I have for you on the road. And, as always, I throw in a quote and a poem for good measure.
Enjoy!!
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There are certain things I pass along the way that remind me of certain people, of certain places, and of certain times. All of which makes me smile both inside and out. Giving me those thoughts, feelings, and emotions once again. The photo above is why I love those very certainties of life. – Ash
Realizing age adds character has proven to be quite a grounding experience. – Ash
the shore is sleeping
as the blanket dark tucks in
night sound til morning
Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.
In this episode, I take advantage of having a yarn with my podcast audience. Catch up and chat about how awesome we all are. Life is tough, so it’s nice to talk about the struggle. And, as always, I throw in a quote and a poem for good measure.
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Email: earth2ash@gmail.com
I only have a portion of your whole life. But because I gorged, it is enough to sustain me for the remainder of my own. Your stories like ripened fruit that were picked just for me. In the garden, we grew together. They remain sweet to this very day. You taught me there’s no spoil in a deep-rooted yarn. A good yield will last forever when you remember where they’re planted. – Ash
Honey, have you met our neighbour?
What?
Our neighbour. The guy the landlord said lives across from us in the adjoining apartment. Have you met him?
Ah…no, I don’t think so. Why?
Oh, nothing. I was just thinking today about how strange it is that we’ve been in our new place for three months, and both of us have yet to lay a single eye on him. Don’t you think that’s a tad odd?
No, not really. Maybe this guy likes keeping to himself. He could work shitty hours opposite us or something. Who knows.
Yeah, I guess. But you would think we would have seen him coming or going at some point. His front door closing here or there.
Baby, you are being weird and uncharacteristically nosy. Who cares? Look, I am completely cool with not getting to know our neighbours. I hate those annoying stop-and-talks. Besides, shit’s tangly when people get too all up in your business. That’s the whole reason we moved. We hate people remember.
All I am saying is that I find it odd. I haven’t seen him in the laundry room, I’m there almost every other day. Both of us check the communal mailboxes coming in and going out, no sign of him there, either, and his mailbox is right next to ours.
Ah, there’s that weird again, babe.
Plus, it’s not only his door, I also haven’t heard anything coming from his apartment. Nothing. It’s always quiet over there.
And, there’s the nosy.
Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.
In this episode, I talk about how important it is to tell yourself how proud you are of yourself. Other people rock but so do you. I also give you a glimpse of a day in the life of Bartender Ash with a memory-inspired tale. And, as always, I throw in a quote and a poem for good measure.
Enjoy!!
Email: earth2ash@gmail.com
a chair with no back
black and white paint flicks all over it
it’s pulled to the threshold of a spring rain
where I was perched
at that tiny door under the house
I am mesmerized
I am tranquil
I am frozen
in awe
in comfort
in curiosity
as the small rain rivers push down our little lane
carving its fight
water from the sky stretching and stretching for something bigger
to the ocean that’s only a small way from our hamlet home perhaps
there’s a seagull struggling in the wind, I hope he makes it
I think about birds for a moment and gales
until buoys pull me away out there drowning over and over in the storm swells
boats rocked in all the wrong directions
kelp flaps clinging to moorings who never wanted them in the first place
then I catch a race
a bottle cap leads a fallen leaf
both carried along the curbside down the road
passing gravel traps and grass hazards
the cheers in my head grow loud as rain poured like applause
thunder even showed and lighting had to come too
to see this race and how small it was
a spectacle on a grand scale to me
the only fan of something worth an encore
it was then the rain stopped as the bottle cap did
by the fallen leaf
both stalled by the grate covered in debris
drifting and dancing together like memories do
When I write, I disappear for a while. But I always come back with a story to tell. – Ash
Earth To Ash 