Post Of Christmas Past # 2 – The First Snowfall

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Ah, the first snowfall in December. I have to say, it’s a magical thing! A bunch of huge snowflakes fall and suddenly I’m ten years old again. Sticking my tongue out as far as I can trying to catch the biggest one. Then, I ran as fast as I could, planting my two feet sideways and sliding halfway down the street. That’s pure joy right there. Yes, Santa is getting ready for Christmas and the snow coming now proves it. I thought that as a young boy and I will think about it forever. It’s the perfect way to bring that smile back to your face that the Grinch might have stolen.

What about you? What special memories of Christmas come to mind for you when you look out the window and see that it has started to snow? Does it take you back to a particular holiday moment in time, or simply put you in the mood for Christmas before you?

By the way, it’s beginning to look…



Post Of Christmas Past # 1 – The Christmas Concert

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When I think of Christmases past, I remember the school concerts we had every year. After dark bus rides, dress pants too short, running around your classrooms at night, and those blinding stage lights. The moment you spotted your family you instantly wished you never. It was usually the moment my voice cracked.

Ah, the Christmas concert. It was the only time I ever wore tights and didn’t get arrested.

What’s your memory of Christmas concerts? Come on, let me know in the comments. Don’t give in to stage fright!

A Shade of Ash # 8 – My Life Couldn’t Be More Write

I write to hold on to time. – Ash

Journal Entry # 218 – Advice Can Sometimes Come In Waves

Be as the ocean and never stop trying to reach the shore. The harder you struggle, the stronger your waves become. Storm those beaches and change the tide in your favour. – Ash

Now, here’s a minute of waves. Enjoy!!

Losing My Religion

I’m sorry you were alone when the faces drifted away.
When your days got stolen and good nights emptied.
Just a vessel that you God, abandoned.
Someone who gave up her soul before she was given one.
Where were you when she asked to remember?
Why did you punish her when all she did was repeat your name in prayer?
Lord, her story deserved a better ending.
At least, you could have allowed her to say goodbye to her favourite characters.
But, I bet she forgave you too, after paying a toll at the gate.
Not for herself…
…for me.

Journal Entry # 217 – It Came To Me In A Stream

You weren’t scared to be born. We struggle with how we feel about dying. But, before we figure it out, it most likely will be over too. So, all that’s left is to live. Never be afraid to live. Live your life to its absolute fullest and absorb every single moment of it. Because living is something we control. – Ash

Journal Entry # 216 – Flowers Picked From A Garden

I miss you every day of my life. Today was no different. Maybe tomorrow will be. – Dad

Journal Entry # 215 – Our Life Story

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We can’t carry on with the story of our lives without finishing all the chapters. No matter how some of them ended. – Ash

Soiled

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Like a flower starving
I long for your light
a drop of you
replenish me
or…
leave me to wilt

For What It’s Wharf

Don’t take any ship. If friends dock behind your back, they should not be a port of your life. – A Little Pun Ash