
The feeling of making it halfway to where you’re walking and realizing the rest of the way is downhill. – Ash
"A collection of my thoughts, feelings, and emotions, to the world around me"

The feeling of making it halfway to where you’re walking and realizing the rest of the way is downhill. – Ash

Staying on the bus way past your stop because you have all the time in the world. – Ash

Those days of sitting on the curb with your childhood friends at the beginning of the warmest rain. – Ash

Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.
In this episode, I talk about how thinking about the great Christmases of the past can make you excited for the Christmases of the future. Join me for a few memories with some of the backstories. Oh, and as always, I throw in a poem, no wait, a Christmas poem for good measure.
Happy Holidays!!

This little friend dictates my life, then, I dictate to it. I started voice journaling about two years ago and only wish I began earlier. I record gratitude, I vent my struggles, I process challenges, I celebrate, I create, I relive memories, I laugh, I cry, I pray, I miss, I love, and I exist. On the record… for me. Hearing myself in certain ways allows me to see myself in more ways which helps me grow in every way. – Ash

Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.
In this episode, I talk about how seeing a white dove helped me decide to change my life. How sometimes the hardest job can be taking a new one. And, how the universe speaks to us. Oh, and as always, I throw in a poem and a quote for good measure.
Enjoy!!

This fallen leaf. A symbol that change is necessary sometimes to achieve further growth. – Ash

I am in the middle of the ocean with no shore
at night when there is no day
wading in silence, not worth a sound
barely swimming above the darkness of my abyss
tired, weak… alone
the deep is calling
its black swallowing light
there are monsters showing beneath
I can’t tell if they feed or if they need
the pieces of me that sink here to the bottom
phantoms in the fathoms pull me under
I will see waves no more
if I drift down too far below my surface