
Running helps me store memories from what I can recall. – Ash


I forgot how much the open road opened my mind. So, no more pedalling around. Wait…actually, what I really mean is more pedalling around because the Bike Writer is wheelie getting ready to ride again after three long years. It’s time for a brand new bike, a whole new chapter, and a lot of new directions.
Spring 2024…

If I could survive solely on words, I would flourish. – Ash

I remember those Saturday nights we’d walk home together. In the lull of a quiet harbour. Watch a boat go out or watch the one cab we had drive down the south side. Laughing, carrying on with each other, and three sheets to the wind. Sometimes we would talk the ears off each other, other times you were too contrary. But, I would always make you laugh until you were over it.
Our strolls home from a party, a wedding dance, or the club were where our friendship grew the most. How comforting it was to have you as my best friend. You’ll always be my best friend, but I miss you and being alone under a streetlight at night still makes me mad…
…talk to you tomorrow.

My writing has grown with help from the seasoned. Their words and stories are like seeds left to bloom in the garden of my own imagination. – Ash
There’s a saying in Newfoundland and Labrador and many fishing ports throughout the world that applies to this horizon.
“Red sky at morning, fisherman’s warning. Red sky at night, fisherman’s delight”.
As I stood there this morning in an awed gaze thinking about that, I felt another meaning come to me. The storyteller’s version.
“Red sky at morning, writers adorning. Red sky at night, writers give sight”.
A passerby thought I just wanted to share.
Until…

Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.
In this episode, I discuss being sick of the weather and how winter can sometimes freeze our lust for the year’s colder months. I also talk about keeping positivity going and grabbing as many pockets of happiness as possible. And, as always, I throw in a quote and a poem for good measure.
Enjoy!!
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Feed on happiness like an apex predator. – Ash

A rocking chair and the gap between your stories. I hung in that quiet and on your every last word. Your voice for my heart, your silence for my soul. Then, it was time for tea…