Second Thoughts # 11 – Life Wharf Living

Stop and take notice or end up missing everything. – Ash

Second Thoughts # 10 – Winter’s a Breeze

On My Walk

A mild winter’s night walk makes me grateful for my lungs. – Ash

Trailing Behind – Haiku

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smell of evergreen  
in a November forest 
can take you back home  

Second Thoughts # 9 – A New Leaf on Life

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I realized on a walk today that if you stare at fallen leaves long enough they come alive again. – Ash

Night Fall – Haiku

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night comes earlier 
snot runs down my nose as quick 
streetlights guide me home 
 

A Shade of Ash # 41 – On-Line Therapy

Newfoundlanders and Labradorians have a saying, “Some day on clothes.” It’s a way to describe the weather. A fine day to pin some clothes on the line to dry. It can also be a way to describe how you’re feeling, as explained by the nice man in the video I’ve left for you below. By the way, that YouTube channel has a lot of our culture, history, and gorgeous scenery if you’re interested. Yes, the people of my beautiful island have always emoted using cultural phrases which are associated with everyday experience. When we have a feeling to share, there’s usually a Newfoundland and Labrador way of saying it.

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A Shade of Ash # 40 – Sit Happens

When I walk, the world is at my feet. But if that very same world gives me the chance, I’ll put them up. – Ash 

Song Sheets of Summer – Haiku

blades of summer grass
dancing to the tune of life
may I have this dance

Journal Entry # 241 – Be a Port of a Moment

There’s a time and a place. Thank advantage of both. – Ash

Under This One Light

under this one light

in the amber hue, I have my portal to then

an eve painted in summer

teenage banter filled the air as crushes bloomed

and comradery flourished

cool breezes were another layer of skin

traffic and the passerbys provided background noise

like an orchestra playing a scene of those wonder years

time dared not show its face where we ran, we played

all of us together having no clue one day we would grow apart

as age banished our internal youth

but for that very moment, a looping memory was being created

for everyone, I’m sure, for me… for sure

against the fade of those nights that will stand the test of tomorrows to come

I remember because each second I stand here in the illuminated golden of right now

my heart minted in aurulent

keeping this memory where I leave it

under this one light