And now, to ramble about ashes.

To those who are familiar with fire burning a forest until all that remains is a gray/black landscape barren of life until the wind blows and stirs the soot to take flight in company with the breeze.

Ash on a basic elemental level is composed of minerals. Solids bereft of any oxygen or hydrogen atoms.

Ash is sterile.

Ash is good for adding to soil.

On a poetic level, ash then becomes life, which is fitting as this is the point of writing about ash.

On the last post about God there was mention of some silly action on my part of playing poker with God. Believe or not, not my concern but the post did lead to this post and another talent i have. To see/feel/smell and witness ashes to ashes, dust to dust…

Greta Thunberg. A young Swedish woman with the flair for garnering attention. i saw her before she was born. i saw her as a child. i saw her as a young woman trying to become important with ‘time’. i see her as ashes. i see her ashes blowing in the wind.

Tom Klorin. A young Scotch boy. The same only his path is already set on dealing with physical ailment. A life of hardship. Ashes. Ashes blowing in the wind.

Ashes and Life.

Life and Ashes.

Thankfully there is the Wind.