Realizing age adds character has proven to be quite a grounding experience. – Ash
A Shade of Ash # 47 – As I Drift Ashore
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A Shade of Ash # 46 – The Longest Yarn
I only have a portion of your whole life. But because I gorged, it is enough to sustain me for the remainder of my own. Your stories like ripened fruit that were picked just for me. In the garden, we grew together. They remain sweet to this very day. You taught me there’s no spoil in a deep-rooted yarn. A good yield will last forever when you remember where they’re planted. – Ash
Am I Write? # 46 – Poof to a Proof
When I write, I disappear for a while. But I always come back with a story to tell. – Ash
Bike Writer # 61 – I Like to Overlook Things
When you concentrate on the highs in life, the perspective of a low can change. – Ash
Am I Write? # 45 – Let Me Put It in Writing
It’s not a blank page to me, it’s where the story begins. There’s an intimacy in that. Your work could have a million pages but you’ll never forget your first. – Ash
A Shade of Ash # 45 – Jogging My Memories
Bike Writer # 60 – Tired of Waiting?
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…
Am I Write? # 44 – I’m A Growing Writer
If I could survive solely on words, I would flourish. – Ash
A Shade of Ash # 43 – Talk To You Tomorrow
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.
Am I Write? # 43 – Read What You Sow
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
Earth To Ash 