This morning I took a walk, a deep breath of fresh salty air, and welcomed the gentle pouring rain. Now, I’m alive again. – Ash
Journal Entry # 189 – The Outside Will Always Heal What’s Inside
Month: June 2020
Bike Writer # 49 – Life, Take it in…All of it!
As you walk and eat and travel, be where you are. Otherwise you will miss most of your life. – Buddha
Bike Writer # 48 – Keep Pushing Yourself To Be Your Best Self!
Either you reach a higher point today, or you exercise your strength in order to be able to climb higher tomorrow. – Friedrich Nietzsche
Journal Entry # 188 – It Comes In Trees
Whenever you are creating beauty around you, you are restoring your own soul. – Alice Walker
Unfather’s Day
Today, I don’t want to exist.
Tomorrow is fine, but not today.
Today, I don’t deserve anything.
I hate the happiness, I hate the gift ideas.
I hate the attempts to cheer me up from friends and family.
I hate cards, I hate phone calls, I hate the internet.
I hate robbing my stepfather from his day, I’m so damn sorry.
I hate Sundays, I hate barbecues, I hate gatherings and music.
I hate being called something I’m not, stop telling me different.
Stop!!! It only encourages me and I lie to myself again.
I’m not a Dad a son or daughter wishes were still with us.
I’m not a Dad a son or daughter celebrates beating Cancer.
I’m not a Dad a son or daughter begs freed from behind bars.
I’m not even a Dad a son or daughter forgives for his mistakes.
I’m not a Dad…and I have all the scars to prove it.
Story Jot # 3 – Dark Twins
Yeah, that’s right, you heard me. There are two of them. Identical, except one of girls has a wound over her left collarbone, she’s been shot and now on foot. If we find and contain her first, we’ll have a better chance of drawing out the stronger one. She won’t risk another fight, her sister’s too injured. OK, we’re almost there, I need eyes trained on the treetops and more on that corn field over there. That’s her last known position. Stay sharp and remember, we don’t have a huge window to pull this off people. If the two of them are together for more than fifteen minutes, the wounded sister will heal. If that happens…God help us!
Journal Entry # 187 – It’s Hard When The Scars Still Remind Me
To heal a wound you must stop scratching it. – Paulo Coelho
Story Jots # 2 – A Million Problems
Listen, it’s not safe for us to be here like this, but I needed to make sure you’ll look after her for me. Like you promised. You have to. All of a sudden, I’m a millionaire, and if the wrong person finds out, I’m dead.
Journal Entry # 186 – Park Yourself Outside
I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it. – William Shakespeare
Journal Entry # 185 – Enough Fiddling, Time To Chase My Dream
It’s never too late to be what you might have been. – George Eliot
Earth To Ash 