Posted on January 23, 2021 Leave a Comment
took a walk-in summer grass picked a blade, made a sound the air was country wild strawberries sweet like lazy cats we lay for hours In the filthy hot, in the no time afternoons sometimes on the highway to anywhere I had never been, now I was away from home, but home In a holiday dusk I remember watching mosquitos dance we hid in quiet as the sun […]
Posted on January 19, 2021 4 Comments
The further I get to go outside, the further I get to go inside. – Ash
Posted on January 10, 2021 2 Comments
I went for a walk the other day along the beach. As I did, I happened to look down and notice my footprints in the sand. I realized something. Every day, I worry so much about the steps I need to take and less about the ones I’ve taken. Life is always about moving forward […]
Posted on December 28, 2020 6 Comments
As a writer, I sometimes lose my direction. Everything becomes inside. When I start to feel that way, I go outside. I run straight into the arms of Mother Nature and she sets the scene for me. – Ash
Posted on December 16, 2020 Leave a Comment
The more present you are in a moment, the more beautiful the gift of living that moment becomes. – Ash
Posted on December 8, 2020 4 Comments
Screw the cab, it’s nice out, and I’m walking. Ah, the Christmas Eve Night walk home. This memory is further to the first snowfall entry I posted a few days ago in terms of the atmosphere it creates. A single awesome holiday mini-tradition that we tend to forget about. You don’t realize how Christmassy it is […]
Posted on December 7, 2020 2 Comments
I haven’t been near a school in a gazillion years, and I have no idea but would hazard a guess that teachers no long have to wheel things into the classroom anymore to spring an afternoon movie on their students. I’m pretty sure classroom technology has far surpassed what I remember. But, when I do […]
Posted on December 7, 2020 3 Comments
Ah, the first snowfall in December. I have to say, it’s a magical thing! A bunch of huge snowflakes and suddenly I’m ten years old again. Sticking my tongue out as far as I can trying to catch the biggest one. Then, I am running as fast as I can, planting my two feet sideways […]
Posted on November 30, 2020 2 Comments
Distance between us feels like dementia of my heart . It still beats, but it’s getting harder to remember what makes it. – Dad
Posted on November 27, 2020 4 Comments
I write to hold on to time. – Ash
