
Give every day the chance to become the most beautiful day of your life. – Mark Twain

Give every day the chance to become the most beautiful day of your life. – Mark Twain

Got to love Newfoundland. Off to work this morning and this guy shows up for a visit. He’s been in the neighborhood for a few days now. I’ve been told someone’s been feeding him, not a good idea. No worries though, I called the Wildlife Department and they were en route to grab this little fella and place him somewhere more safe and away from civilization.
“GET YOUR FOX STRAIGHT PEOPLE, DON’T FEED WILD ANIMALS”

We don’t inherit the earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children. – Native American proverb

Hey everybody,
I hope the week has treated you well. A couple days ago as I was fending off death, AKA “the man flu”, I received an out of the blue notification. When I took a quick peek, it was a little icon like the picture above. It was to remind me of quite the surprising achievement. Now that I am fully recovered, I thought I would use this opportunity to acknowledge it. (cough, cough) 😉
Continue reading “Five Years Later…ater…ater…”
Hey Everybody,
You may have noticed my lack of content in the last week or so. Sorry about that my friends. I seemed to had contracted a serious strain of the man flu. It’s a thing, trust me…Lol!!
Anyway, after extensive treatment and sookyness, I finally crawled my way back to work today. After a long weekend of rest with an extra sick day thrown in, I am slowly starting to feel myself again. Like summer starts and I get sick, come on, really?
Thanks as always for your patience and stay tuned for more Earth to Ash. Should have something posted in a day or so.
Cough, cough!!!
Until…

This life is yours. Take the power to choose what you want to do and do it well. Take the power to love what you want in life and love it honestly. Take the power to walk in the forest and be a part of nature. Take the power to control your own life. No one else can do it for you. Take the power to make your life happy. – Susan Polis Schutz

It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moments passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop.
– Vita Sackville-West

The farther I travel, the closer I am to myself. – Andrew McCarthy

Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue. – John Muir

surrounded in the francais
schoolboys like I, chase through stone corridors in jest
pass tank topped bread makers and
rum runners filling dark sacks
who was I to speak to the going-ons of this foreign land
take me instead to the countryside
in an hour less a half
share with me tales
let me sip wine
and pretend that I am a man