Tag: feelings

Journal Entry # 102 – Happy New Year!!

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Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes. – Carl Jung

Journal Entry # 101 – Merry Christmas!

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Like snowflakes, my Christmas memories gather and dance. Each beautiful, unique, and gone too soon. – Deborah Whipp
(If I can elaborate, enjoy every second.)

Journal Entry # 100 – Cheers You Filthy Animals!

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It’s my 100th Journal Entry post and I am using this perfect opportunity to say thank you. Thanks to my faithful readers, my trusty followers, and my dear friends. It might be the Irish whiskey typing and all single tears aside, but really, where would I be without you? Earth to Ash has been live for almost four years now, and if it weren’t for your extreme loyalty, I would have faded away into obscurity a long long time ago.

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Drown Me

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I can no longer hold my breath.
I rather drown, then wade in false hope.
You’ve given me every emotion I’m capable of,
I’ve fallen hard, so many times.
How do I keep going? How am I still just suppose?
I shout and shout, forgive me,
across this universe
…only to be a ghost.
You’re not me,
no you’re not.
You still can’t say…
…father.

Ashback # 6 – Time Together!

fred,lloyd,albert and ashleyChristmas is a day that holds all time together – Alexander Smith

Journal Entry # 99 – Fill Your Heart!

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Snow falling soundlessly in the middle of the night will always fill my heart with sweet clarity. – Novala Takemoto

Journal Entry # 98 – It’s in the Heart!

DSC_0353“He who has not Christmas in his heart will never find it under a tree.” ―Roy L. Smith

*P.S. That’s our tree for Christmas 2018. Can you find my ornament? Where and what is it?

Journal Entry # 97 – Make a Life!

christmas home house light

We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give. – Norman MacEwan

Journal Entry # 96 – Appreciate the Beauty!

close up cold frost ice“To appreciate the beauty of a snowflake it is necessary to stand out in the cold.”      – Aristotle

Moonlight to Morning

astronomy cosmos crater lake national park dawn

I remember nights that seemed only for me.
Everything still, silent…time fixed.
I sat by shore, lost in its wake.
Watched as mossy moorings danced in captivate.
The moonlight stretched my little port, reaching for tomorrow,
maybe running from yesterday.
A lull of loneliness, like a blanket.
Protects me from exposure.
Suspended in salty bliss,
I bid good morn to the sun.