Author Archives: Jacqueline Ashby

“The world is a better place to live in because it contains human beings who will give up ease and security and stake their own lives in order to do what they themselves think worth doing.” ~ Amelia Earhart

McKinnon!! Can you picture us dressed up like two old flappers driving around in this? So fun!

Reminder to myself to get this book!

No, I moustache you a question!
Who shaves his face to look like a question mark?
My best friend in the whole wide world! That’s who!
Taking Movember to a whole new level!
You rock!
And I know it’s December! Any month is a good month to make a positive change towards a healthier, more active lifestyle. Get screened and get outside!
Love to all my boys this holiday season!

Stephen! This image is THE cover of your new book!
Though I recommend a change in title. How about..”Hiking BC’s Backcountry with the Physically Illiterate and Socially Inept”?
Bahahaha!!! Dude, you need to photoshop Niagara Falls underneath me. This is ridiculous.
You know what I love about this shot? Visible are my chewy chocolate chip granola bars stashed in the side pocket. And you can just get a glimpse of my fanny pack! Ha!
Good times. Always good times!

There’s the ideal beauty of youth and health, which never really changes, and is always true. There’s the ideal beauty of movie stars and advertising models, the beauty-game ideal, which changes its rules all the time and from place to place, and is never entirely true. And there’s an ideal beauty that is harder to define or understand, because it occurs not just in the body but where the body and the spirit meet and define each other….

That must be what the great artists see and paint. That must be why the tired, aged faces in Rembrandt’s portraits give us such delight: they show us beauty not skin-deep but life-deep.

~ Ursula Le Guin via Brainpickings

The only way to do great work is to love what you do.
~ Steve Jobs

in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why,remember how

in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so(forgetting seem)

in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if,remember yes

in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)

and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me,remember me

~ e.e. cummings