Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.
In this episode, I’m fresh off a good neighbourly chinwag and out pondering life on a walk. Thinking a lot about growing up in my little home away from home. And, as always, I throw in a poem for good measure.
Enjoy!!
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There is more to someone than what’s on the surface. That’s why I never judge based only on what I see. Because when I look deep down, I usually find what makes them great. – Ash
it is 4:30…almost 5:00
a feeling of a brand new day
you could tell because the moon is starving for more darkness
after gorging on it since the sun went away
but it’s back now
because
colour is starting, gray and black dissipating
birds sing
dew drips
cats can’t help but stretch
a line of life stretches the morning like a pulled blanket
the night plans to sleep the whole day away
flowers root out of bed hoping for rain or shine
sound surrounds everything like a tantrum
sleep is long gone from my body
I clung hard but my dreams all ran in the opposite direction
ushering me toward awake
to be
up for today
up for tomorrow
what a beautiful day
what a beautiful tomorrow
I’ll take one
I’ll take another
we used to catch grasshoppers on sun kissed Saturday mornings
between that and sliding down the hill on torn up cardboard our day was filled to the brim
laughing and carrying on in the void of time
taking trails and pathways in the forest to places we stored secrets and where monsters dwelled
sometimes, we’d blow kisses at dandelions sending them on journeys to who knows where
while shielding the sun from our brows to see where we should go off to next
my calculator watch blinks half past three, one hour til supper, still time to explore
the fish plant whistle sounds, and we look across the harbour just like the last time we heard it
this time a big boat captures our attention wondering what adventures they’ve had, how high were their seas and were there pirates
a seagull soars high squawking its return, coming back to us for a visit, it was never the same one….but we didn’t care
those days were hot, the ocean was cold, our little boy hearts warm
in the heat of the moment we thought the world stretched forever from the hillside where we perched and one day we would get to see the rest
for now, our world was big enough because our dreams were much much bigger
Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.
In this episode, I’m out on a disgruntled walk and blowing out exhaust because of how much hate there is in the world. How much we depend on the internet for everything, and how it can feed that hate. I still have hope, do you? And, as always, I throw in a poem for good measure.
Enjoy!!
Email: earth2ash@gmail.com
his wooden narwhal
sits in its place on a shelf
I stare in envy
When I am blocked, I’ll try any approach. Sometimes, the same approach as my physical fitness. Treating my creativity like an out-of-shape muscle. The more I worked on it, and fed it time, the more it would grow. Writing is muscle memory, now go flex your muscles. – Ash
Earth To Ash 