Journal Entry # 257 – It Just Dawned on Me

The dawn of a day is when life takes a deep breath. – Ash

Mornings of Spring – Haiku

a little bird sits
on a wire wondering where
it shall fly to next

Terminal Panic – Haiku

in a strange city
both sitting at the bus stop
hoping that one’s home

Back Before Supper

my face lay against the sweltering rock

with one side toward the sun kisses

clouds above me stream along

shapes and sizes I make

a tickle breeze keeps me away from biting flies

my knee is skinned and bleeding a little

is it supper time

as a whistle blows

cars scurry home like ants

wait…is that a plane

then we jump

from the rocket-like stone

twist our ankles to the ouch side in

wince and run the whole field in one burst

we reach that one spot and act like kings for a summer second

looking down on the kingdom

running into battle against invisible soldiers

to break through to reach home

where there’s a bush with some berries

by the picket fence and an ant hill

I ate five

you a handful

back then…

back before supper

A Shade of Ash # 55 – Happy St. Paddy’s Day!

Hey everyone,

You know how I’m always promoting Newfoundland and Labrador in some way, shape, or form, right? Well, I just thought why not share more given it is St. Patty’s Day. It’s a big deal around here, so allow me to showcase some traditional Newfoundland and Labrador music for you. A taste of the music that’s likely being played in every local pub and bar around the island on a day like today. There is no scarcity of people singing at the top of their lungs, playing traditional instruments including the ugly stick(*see below), getting three sheets to the wind and toasting each other with a few too many green beers. I hope you enjoy these traditional tunes, and they should give you a good sense of how deep our Irish roots are. Let me know your favourite and CHEERS!!!

Journal Entry # 256 – Weathered

Grey reminds me that I have endured. I have withstood, no matter how raw it has been. How harsh and unforgiving. I look at stormy days as a necessary part of life. A part that teaches you what you are capable of. – Ash