Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.
In this episode, I’m on my first feel-good Spring walk smiling like something’s a “mist.” Like today’s beautiful damp grey foggy day as Mother Nature starts to clean up after winter. I can relate to days like this, have a listen as I will tell you how. And, as always, I throw in a poem for good measure.
Enjoy!!
Email: earth2ash@gmail.com
Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.
In this episode, I’m wondering what the fog as I’m wandering in the fog. Where have I been, what have I been writing about, and why has it been a while since you’ve heard a little Earth to Ash. Here’s a chat and chance to catch us all up And, as always, I throw in a poem for good measure.
Enjoy!!
Email: earth2ash@gmail.com
when I was young
I took the back arm way home
where the town ended and the forest began
the whole journey protected
by those evergreen trees I shared days with
every step was like a play
knowing the parts by heart, knowing the story to home
running along in places
others stopping for a spell
little legs, lasting time in the in-between moments of my once-life
we used to catch grasshoppers on sun kissed Saturday mornings
between that and sliding down the hill on torn up cardboard our day was filled to the brim
laughing and carrying on in the void of time
taking trails and pathways in the forest to places we stored secrets and where monsters dwelled
sometimes, we’d blow kisses at dandelions sending them on journeys to who knows where
while shielding the sun from our brows to see where we should go off to next
my calculator watch blinks half past three, one hour til supper, still time to explore
the fish plant whistle sounds, and we look across the harbour just like the last time we heard it
this time a big boat captures our attention wondering what adventures they’ve had, how high were their seas and were there pirates
a seagull soars high squawking its return, coming back to us for a visit, it was never the same one….but we didn’t care
those days were hot, the ocean was cold, our little boy hearts warm
in the heat of the moment we thought the world stretched forever from the hillside where we perched and one day we would get to see the rest
for now, our world was big enough because our dreams were much much bigger
there was a day when the grass was the perfect green
the ocean glistened in morse code
each sparkle a story of its own
as I step lightly from rock to stone
saltwater breaths dry my lips
I wet them for a taste
we all know that birds sing
listen when they do
let them play out the tides
like that day that was just for me
on that beach of memories
with a shore full of driftwood and kelp
props in a backdrop of a day in my life
when I hear a crashing wave
when a warm breeze teases my step
and when mother nature holds out her hand
I grab on and go back again
today, the air was different
I paid attention to the seabirds
watched the tide go all the way out
to my left, a boat hummed away from the harbour
to my right, lost sheep chew green grass into yellow
a car passes by and the people wave
while Jack the black cat sits still on a picket fence
and Patti, the old neighbour strokes the last drop of paint
…against his saltbox home
I am shaken by something I can’t understand
an algorithm of existing in a moment of my life
seeing clear because that life stopped me in my tracks
pushed my breath straight to my lungs
grew my heart for the love of living
filled me with the longing for more
I know now that there is something more to every day
my heart was smothered and my soul blinded
until my spirit had enough and awakened
Earth To Ash 