when I was young
I took the back arm way home
where the town ended and the forest began
the whole journey protected
by those evergreen trees I shared days with
every step was like a play
knowing the parts by heart, knowing the story to home
running along in places
others stopping for a spell
little legs, lasting time in the in-between moments of my once-life
When I wander, I wonder. When I take the long way, I think the whole day. When I touch the earth, it makes it all worth. – Ash
Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.
In this episode, I’m walking in the misty rain remembering what it’s like to be present in the moment. I talk along the dampened town streets about sometimes not being myself and needing a little nudge. Take a moment and bold your lines, shade yourself in when you start to fade. And, as always, I throw in a poem for good measure.
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The purpose of my soul is to share it. – Ash
When I can’t write, I read. I’ve since been reading, and now I’m writing again. That’s how stories go. – Ash
on the edge of my seat.. bout 6:30
my best behaviour on display
the only way someone else taught me
all the rain had just stopped
as I watched a man walk through beads
Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.
In this episode, I’m walking on a chilled Monday eve watching leaves fall to the ground, thinking about personal growth and how I’ve moved forward with the help of keeping promises to myself. And, as always, I throw in a poem for good measure.
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Coffee shops for me are a mood. Sometimes changing the writing mood can put you in a writing mood. – Ash
I don’t realize how many blank pages there are until I start writing. – Ash
Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.
In this episode, I’m rambling in the ambiance of a September eve. I’m walking, I’m talking, and I’m vibing when all of a sudden, an impromptu Newfoundland concert happens smack dab in the middle. And, as always, I throw in a poem for good measure.
Enjoy!!!
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Earth To Ash 