Journal Entry # 255 – Pan Out Sometimes

Take a cold hard look, and you’ll feel it. – Ash

Journal Entry # 254 – I Can Feel it Calming in the Air Tonight

Need a break? Go for a walk at night. – Ash

Am I Write? # 55 – Where’s There a Quill, There’s a Way!

Reading into things for me always turns out to be write. – Ash  

Earth to Ash Podcast Episode # 43 – I Was Not Fit

Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.

In this episode, I’m driving toward the city on an errand while shifting my motivational thinking into high gear. We’re all capable of falling behind with the important things in our lives, and physical fitness is no different. Keep fitness a part of your life, and your life will never feel apart from you. And, as always, I throw in a poem for good measure.

Enjoy!!

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Am I Write? # 54 – It Can Get a Little Drafty

Writing’s a breeze when you start by airing out your thoughts first. – Ash  

Am I Write? # 53 – In a Blink of a Cursor

I look at a blinking cursor as the beating of the heart of my story. It’s up to me to keep it alive. – Ash  

Am I Write? # 52 – The Point of Entry

To feel paper. To glide my pen across a page. To smell leather. To move a silk bookmark from one day to the next. To journal, to write. – Ash  

Journal Entry # 253 – Make Room for Achievement

Discipline cleanses the palate of regret. – Ash

Earth to Ash Podcast Episode # 42 – Let’s F’ing Go!

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 into the new year thinking of new things, new challenges, new goals, and new me. I also talk about the value of time and how we can start anywhere but the new year is a perfect place to let’s f’ing go. And, as always, I throw in a poem for good measure.

Enjoy!!

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A few seconds of life in the new year!

A Shade of Ash # 54 – Still Mountains of Hope

Is it a wish? Is it a dream? Is it a prayer? Is it a gift? To a father at Christmas, she’s all four. – Dad