I can listen to Mother Nature babbling on all day. – Ash
Journal Entry # 250 – Babbling On
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Journal Entry # 249 – Just the Tip
There is more to you than what’s on the surface. The presence of who you really are lies much deeper. Beneath is where your power and greatness exist. – Ash
A Shade of Ash # 48 – Ain’t Life a Burch
There are certain things I pass along the way that remind me of certain people, of certain places, and of certain times. All of which makes me smile both inside and out. Giving me those thoughts, feelings, and emotions once again. The photo above is why I love those very certainties of life. – Ash
A Shade of Ash # 47 – As I Drift Ashore
Realizing age adds character has proven to be quite a grounding experience. – Ash
A Shade of Ash # 46 – The Longest Yarn
I only have a portion of your whole life. But because I gorged, it is enough to sustain me for the remainder of my own. Your stories like ripened fruit that were picked just for me. In the garden, we grew together. They remain sweet to this very day. You taught me there’s no spoil in a deep-rooted yarn. A good yield will last forever when you remember where they’re planted. – Ash
Am I Write? # 46 – Poof to a Proof
When I write, I disappear for a while. But I always come back with a story to tell. – Ash
A Shade of Ash # 45 – Jogging My Memories
Second Thoughts # 15 – ISBN Thinking About This Memory
Caught the bus for my afternoon classes only to have them cancelled. What now? Oh, I know. Off to the university library I go. Where I spent almost all of my free time while on campus. It was a five-minute walk from my political science class and I used every second of it to get there. Soaking up the semester sun and atmosphere of an ordinary Wednesday late 1990’s.
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the day I accept
that your heart forgot my love
is the day mine stops
A Shade of Ash # 44 – One of the Best Chapters Bar None
A chronic smoker, that white-haired man who never stopped talking, and the backwash guy. Three reg barflies and a keep. Lies told, secrets shared, and all I heard was “Ah, one more for the road”. Swiftly, I would grab a frosty beer glass from a humming cooler, then reach for the silver tap. Froth to pour, the perfect head, and ding went the register. Sale…total….enter…$2.25.
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Earth To Ash 