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Tag: memory
Fight for the Write

I have sat in front of this blinking cursor for far too long now and to tell you the truth, I’ve had enough. Once again, I find myself in a creative tug-of-war with my writing. I have yet to determine if it’s just another round of writers’ block or if some real life fallout has become too much of a distraction lately. I’d be inclined to go with the latter but I really don’t know what it is, could be a combination of both. What I do know for sure, is that I’m getting this post out of me one way or another. Yes, I have be still updating my journal entries, but it’s been how long now since I have done a good ol’ Ash entry? Continue reading “Fight for the Write”
Journal Entry # 26 – So far, So good!
“There’s not a day that I don’t thank the Lord for…so far, so good I suppose”
– Theresa Douglas
One Day in May!

One day in May,
will forever be.
When a gift was born,
and bestowed upon me.
One day in May,
as flowers grew.
Love, true love,
that first look at you.
One day in May,
20 years now past.
Apart we’ve become,
my love outcast.
One day it may,
find a way home.
Where I’ll be waiting,
no more alone.
Journal Entry # 22 – Happiness is a Butterfly
Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you. – Nathaniel Hawthorne
Journal Entry # 21 – To the sunshine!
“Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see a shadow.”
– Helen Keller
Journal Entry # 15 – Ride!
“Ride as much or as little, as long or as short as you feel. But ride” – Eddy Merckx
Still Lost – ‘took this pic on my run’
Served purpose, now kicked away.
Maybe lost, surely forgotten.
I catch my breath in thought,
thinking about your story.
How long will you lay there?
Facing the sun,
full of hope that someone comes searching.
’til then…you’ll wait.
Journal Entry # 4 – Take it in!
Foggy Love
‘Blind must be the heart,
when there is so much colour…
all that’s seen is grey.’





Served purpose, now kicked away.
