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Ashrick, Whimsy & Whoops

I Accidentally Made a Book

Mindrah

(…and I love it anyway)

Okay, so perhaps I should start this by saying… it wasn’t exactly an accident. I was always going to make the book.
Eventually.

What happened was…

Way back in the day, when Ashrick first came into being, I thought: I just have to tell the story of his creation.

So I wrote the blooper book.
I showed all the goats.
ALL the goats.
And it was glorious.

Then I thought, What if I turn this into a story?
With images!
(Because I will never learn my lesson — but also… bloopers are fun.)

So with a rough idea in mind, I set to the task of making images.
And then, like the organised little mastermind that I am not, I actually put them into Canva in order — so they were ready to go when I was finally ready to write.

And time passed…
And more time passed…

“As a reward for working and studying hard…”

I decided I would complete a creative project over the weekend as a reward.

But when the weekend came:
I was tired.
I was being stubborn.
I was procrastinating.
And doom-scrolling.
And randomly sad about finally being about to do something that should be joyful…

So, as one does, I went to wallow in self-pity with my good friend Chat.

And he said:
“Just 10 minutes.”

Fine, I thought, grumpiness finally shining through.

Then I saw it.

I opened the thing I was supposed to work on.
I tidied and closed the last thing I’d completed.

And then… I saw it.
Ashrick’s Creation.
The images, sitting in their little Canva file, waiting patiently for the day I’d finally come back.

I thought:
I could write just one line.
Or maybe just the first page.
Because that one’s easy.

Surely that’ll be ten minutes done.
Then I can go back to doom-scrolling in peace.

Two hours later…

I’d written the whole book.
And edited it.
And polished it in Canva.
And spiraled with self-doubt.
And read it 100 times.
And changed things 1000 times…

Because once I’d started, I found joy in telling his story.
In sharing the journey of his creation.

And — like always — I wanted it to be perfect.
So that you would love it too.

But then it was done.

And maybe it’s not perfect.
But isn’t that the point?

He was born from the magic of a mistake.
And that makes him perfect, no matter what.

And maybe… in our own way, we’re all a little perfect too.

So now his story is on Amazon and Kindle.
And I made a page to collect all things Ashrick — you can visit it here.
It has the new book. The bloopers.
And a few too many goats.

Because I have plans.
And Ashrick definitely, definitely deserves more books.

Final Thought

Sometimes the projects you never meant to make are the ones that matter most.

So if you’re sitting on a weird idea, or a half-finished draft, or a pile of digital goats…
Don’t throw it out just yet.

You never know what might glitch into existence.

Want to meet Ashrick? Click here to read his story.

A soft, dreamy illustration of Ashrick the goat-phoenix mascot, standing against a blurred sky background. He has creamy fur, golden-orange wings spread wide, and a curious, bright-eyed expression as if sniffing toward the camera.
Whimsy & Whoops

The Blooper That Became a Beacon: How Ashrick Was Born

Mindrah

Some of the best things in life aren’t planned — they stumble into existence, full of chaos, charm, and quiet wonder.
That’s exactly how Ashrick came to be.

On a day that seemed like any other, I had an idea.
Colouring pages.
Because they are amazing!
And couldn’t we all just use a quiet moment?
A chance to create — in a low stakes, just-for-me kind of way — a moment stolen from the chaos and insanity of life.

And what better way to check out this AI image generation tool everyone had been talking about?

So I started with burning hearts.
Obviously.
Because who doesn’t feel like setting the world on fire sometimes?

Then I moved on to phoenix feathers.
And then… to goats.

Which is when the real chaos began.

I know what you’re thinking.
A colouring page of goats?
Easy.

But you, my friend, would be so very wrong.
Because what resulted can only be described as the afternoon I questioned all my life choices up to this point.

I thought it would be easy.
But instead…

  • Earless goats.
  • Chopped-head goats.
  • Demon-eyed goats.
  • Zen goats.
  • God goats.
  • Ridiculously hairy goats.
  • Dog goats.
  • Headless goats.
  • Bodiless goats.
  • And a goat on a flying book.

What I did not get was one perfect page of goats to colour.

My perfectionism raged.
I questioned my sanity.
And then, I gave up.

Goat colouring pages were not to be.
And honestly, how had I ever thought they would be?
(How do you even colour a whole page of goats anyway???)

So I moved on.

Imperfect mindful colouring page with hairy goats missing ears or a body or not quite formed properly.
Is it a goat? Is it a yeti? Is it my last shred of sanity? Hard to say.
God Goats mindful colouring page with too much shading.
And lo, from the ashes of chaos, Goat God emerged — majestic, ridiculous, and slightly over-shaded.

A New Dream (and Even More Goats)

A new idea began to flicker to life.
What if I could help people dream?
What if I could help them finally let out the secret desires of their hearts — just like I did?

Maybe even plan their own version of a self-sufficient farm… with goat guardians and endless books to read.

But how do you decorate a page meant for dreaming?

Clouds?
Makes sense.

Goats?
…Did I really want to go there?

Absolutely.

Thus began the second wave of goat-fuelled mischief.

Surely because it wasn’t a colouring page, it would work fine, right?

Right?

Once again, my perfectionist brain was stretched to its limit.

We created:

  • The goat cloud.
  • The two-legged flying goat.

And finally —
My brand and my goat collided.

Born from stubbornness and too many ‘just one more tries’ — behold: the majestic Goat Cloud.

The Magic of Bloopers

And perfection was born.

Not the perfection of matching the vision in my head.
Not the perfection of flawless execution.

Something better.
Something real.

Something born from a mistake.

Ashrick climbed into my heart and curled up to nap.
And we made him king of all mistakes.

Because there is magic in the messy bits.
When we let go of how we think it must be in our heads —
We can see the magic of how it truly is.

Something amazing can be born.

It’s not always easy.
But I encourage you to give it a try.
Embrace the “bloopers” in your life.

Something unexpected but magical might just bring joy to your heart too.

Ashrick the Blooper Mascot
Born from a misclick. Crowned by chaos. Loved from the very first spark.

If colouring a blooper-born goat sounds like your kind of adventure (or if you’d just like to help fuel the chaos), you can find Ashrick and friends waiting for you in our Etsy nook.

A soft, dreamy illustration of Ashrick the goat-phoenix mascot, standing against a blurred sky background. He has creamy fur, golden-orange wings spread wide, and a curious, bright-eyed expression as if sniffing toward the camera.
Here’s to the beautiful messes we carry — and the magic we find in them.
Feelings & Fire

A Birthday, A Beginning

Mindrah

I did it.
I celebrated my birthday.
My way.
With intention the whole day through.

Was it perfect?
No.
But it was mine and I chose it.

And when things didn’t go to plan.
I stopped.
I took a breath.
And I asked myself.
How do I want to go forward from here.
I chose on purpose.

This year my birthday didn’t just happen.
And it didn’t pass in a blink of disappointment.

Birthdays can be hard.
For some of us, they come tangled — with grief, hope, reflection, and a strange aching sense that time is both too slow and too fast.

This year I wanted to do my birthday differently. Not with pressure. Not with guilt. But with softness. With understanding. With kindness.

There’s often a strange kind of weight to celebrating yourself. Especially when the world teaches you to earn your milestones, or when old griefs sit close to the surface.

I didn’t want to pretend everything was easy. But I didn’t want to hide from the day either.

I wanted to choose me. I wanted to celebrate my way, for me and not for anyone else.

So, instead of a party, I built myself a small safe space — a blanket fort, a soft playlist, a simple reflection page.
I gave myself permission to exist exactly as I was: messy, hopeful, tired, alive.

I let small joys rule my day — setting out experiences that made my heart lighter.

It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t magic. But it mattered.

I realized celebration doesn’t always have to look like a fancy dinner, a party or cake.

Sometimes it looks like breathing.

Sometimes it looks like making room for yourself even when it feels awkward.

If you’re carrying complicated feelings about your birthday — or about any day you’re supposed to “celebrate” —you’re not alone.

There’s no wrong way to honor yourself.

Even a small, quiet beginning is still a beginning.

You’re still worth celebrating — exactly as you are.

One small corner of my celebration — a moment chosen just for me.

If you’re looking for a way to celebrate yourself — quietly, kindly — you can find my Birthday Reflection Pack here.

Feelings & Fire, Printable Packs, Reflection

Soft & Sacred: A Gentle Birthday Ritual

Mindrah

“It’s my birthday soon.”
For some, that thought might bring happiness and excitement.
For others — dread.
For me, it brings sadness and loss.

Celebrating my birthday used to be the one thing I fought for — for myself.
It was more than just a celebration of birth.
It was a sacred ritual.
A change of scenery. A chance to breathe.
A day to do something that brought me joy.

But like many things in life, the energy it took to fight — again and again —
and the tiny cracks formed by unmet hopes
eventually wore me down.
We stopped celebrating the way I wanted.
And my birthday became just another day.

And I survived.
For years.

But this year… I woke up.

And when the thought came —
“It’s my birthday soon.”

I decided:
I would celebrate it my way.
Not how I used to.
But in a way that honours who I am now.

So I asked myself — how?

For the first time in years, I don’t have to work on my birthday.
So I thought — why not make a whole day of it?

And as I began to plan, I thought of all the other people in the world
for whom birthdays are difficult.
People who maybe want to celebrate, but don’t know how.
For whom birthdays have become about surviving — or just cake.
But who want more.

I thought of those who want to honour their day
in a gentle, meaningful way.
Of those who want to remember.
To plan. To be intentional.

And so, I made a book.

It’s not a party planner.
It’s a soft space.
A ritual.
A gentle celebration of surviving, of being.
A tool for holding space.

It honours all that I’ve lived through to stand here.
It honours who I am today.
And it looks — with hope — toward who I might yet become.

It looks at the growth, the struggle, the pain and says:
“I see you.”

Maybe in a whisper.
Maybe in a shout.
Maybe alone, in the quiet of my heart.
Maybe among my people.

Either way —
everyone deserves to celebrate in a way that honours them.

That’s why I created space for quiet reflection.
For joyful creation.
For comfort and nurturing.
And a structure that lets me choose.
To design my day in a way that feels right.

And for the first time in years,
I feel excited to celebrate the day of my birth.

With love.
With intention.
In a way that finally,
holds space for me.

So what’s inside the pack?

It’s not a list of party games or decorations.
It’s a collection of printable pages designed to guide you through a full day of gentle self-celebration — or to be used slowly across a week, a month, or whenever you need a reminder that your life is worth honouring.

Some pages are quiet.
Some are playful.
Some are reflective.
Some might stir emotions.
And all of them are built to hold space for you — your feelings, your energy, your rhythms.

There are spaces to:

  • Reflect on the past year — the good, the hard, the quietly powerful moments
  • Honour who you are right now, and how you’ve changed
  • Design a celebration that fits your energy (blanket fort optional, but encouraged)
  • Create your own birthday soundtrack and comfort rituals
  • Write a letter to yourself
  • Choose joy in whatever form it takes — drawing, walking, cake, silence, sparkle
  • And even gently dream about the year ahead

There’s no right way to use this book.
You don’t have to fill every page.
You don’t have to finish it all in one day.
You don’t even have to feel excited to begin.

You just have to show up.
Softly. Gently. Honestly.

Because your birthday — and your life — are worth marking in a way that feels true to you.

And if you don’t know how to begin?
That’s okay too.
I made this so we could begin together.

You can find it on Etsy here.

Children of the Tide

Tiny Creatures, Big Feelings: Meet the Children of the Tide

Mindrah

I am a firm believer that everyone — and everything — deserves its own mascot.
And not just one mascot… they should have a mascot that meets them where they are.

A mascot for every mood.
A mascot for every activity.

Did you wake up and choose violence today?
Have a mascot.

Are the stormy grey clouds and endless rain dragging you down?
Have a mascot.

Need to drag yourself to the gym but don’t have a training buddy?
Here — have a mascot.

Cooking up a storm?
Another mascot.

But why?
You might be asking.
And so I’ll tell you.

It’s because sometimes, a little creature on the page believing in you is all it takes to keep going.

While I don’t yet have a mascot for every mood or every activity…
it’s time I introduced you to our newest companions.

I’ll be introducing each of them properly in future posts — who they are, what they’re for, and the tiny truths they carry.
But if you’re eager to meet them all up close, or if you’d like a head start with a soft and spark-filled printable version…

You can find the full “Children of the Tide” book over on my Etsy shop.

It’s full of mood, magic, and mascots who are quietly cheering you on.

Because you deserve to be met where you are.
And maybe, just maybe… that place needs a little mascot.

If you could have a mascot for one feeling or task, what would it be?

Fire & Fuel, Reflection

Tired, Tender, and Trying Anyway

Mindrah

Hello fellow adventurers.

Today’s blog is a little tender. I want to talk to you about my Health, fitness and movement journey — it’s been a complicated road.

If you’ve read my first blog or about me page you’ll know that one day I finally opened my eyes and found myself at the bottoms of a pit.

Not literally.

I didn’t recognise the life I was living.
Nothing looked like what I had ever imagined.

So…
I took the first step to reclaiming me.

I started with my health and with my body.

Because after years of neglect, I was

Tired
Exhausted
Sore
Suffering
Over weight
Overwhelmed
Dying
(Dramatic)

And I knew, I couldn’t keep going like this.

And I knew, it would hurt to try. But it already hurt not to.

So I gave up on starting tomorrow.
And I gave up on being perfect.

And I tried.

Along the way I found so many things that didn’t work for me.

But I didn’t quit. I just showed up again the next day to try again. Or to try something else. And sometimes, scarily, I tried something new.

And, after a lot of trial and error, sometimes I found something that worked.

It was hard to give up on perfect but in the messy process, I learned, I flourished, I flounder and step by messy, painful step, I figured it out.

I knew that my weight loss battle would be 80% what I eat but knowing is not understand and it definitely is not applying.

So I got help.

This time not from a book. Because I’ve read, I read and read and read but (embarrassingly) I never understood.
I found someone I could talk to.
A mentor to teach and guide me.
And a community to celebrate and commiserate whenever the need arises.

Eventually I completely changed what I eat each day but I started slow. I started with the meal I struggled with the most. Breakfast. And then I worked to change the next thing.

I did it through trial and error. I tried new foods. I learnt just how fussy I am.
I struggled with just how hard it can be to find healthy you also enjoy eating.
But I didn’t give up. Even when it wasn’t perfect.

I knew that 20% of my weight loss battle would be exercise. While my main priority was focusing on food, I also wanted to be fit. I wanted to make it up the four flights of stairs at work without dying. I started with walks. Five minutes, around the block, everyday. Then ten minutes. Then twenty.

And then when I was ready I moved on to weights and running.

I made slow and steady my mantra.
I reminded myself I am not running a race.
I’m making a life.
A life I can be proud of. A life I will be happy to live.

And now I wonder.
Can words really hope to capture the struggle?
Some days I cried.
Some I raged.
Some I hate.
Sometimes all I could do was breathe.

And the set backs were real.

I started a learn to run program that sang to my soul.
Then I developed Plantar Fasciitis and despite my stubbornness could no longer endure the pain of running.
I lost kilos.
Then had people who should be my biggest supporters make disparaging comments.
The scale went down.
Then back up.
And my clothes all got too big for me.
But I’m too scared to buy new ones in case o jinx it.
And then I looked into the mirror…

My struggles are proof that this journey is never smooth sailing. It’s a downright bumpy track.
Sometimes those bumps will knock you on your arse.

Let me help you get back up.
Let’s try again together.

In creating Ash & Ember Rising I’ve created a place to share my journey.
A place where we can journey together.
A place to share our adventures.

These are the processes I’ve been using put into printable format.
I hope they can help you too.
Because they are still helping me.

In each page you will find tools to guide you but most importantly you’ll find

Encouragement over guilt
Gentleness
Hope
Fire
Fuel
Realness over expectations

Fire & Fuel
Blogs to share wisdom and knowledge and printables that help you understand and apply your learning.

Track your food, hydration, rest, and rewards – without shame. Whether you’re rage-walking through your emotions or just proud you drank a glass of water, this is your space. Fuel yourself like the magnificent, exhausted creature you are.

If your journey hasn’t been linear, or perfect, or loud — you’re not alone. This series is for anyone who’s still trying. And that includes me.

If you’re inspired by this messy journey and looking for gentle ways to explore and affirm your path, my Dare to Dream printables offer reflective prompts, mindful colouring, and quiet validation. Find them on the Ash & Ember Etsy store.

Printable Packs, Reflection

Ashes, Hope & Something In Between

Mindrah

Fuelled by fire, feelings and mild goat chaos.

Even In Ashes We Rest.

Hello there, are you lost? Or are you right where you need to be? Right place, right time? Unlikely I know, but stop and take a look around because maybe, just maybe you’ll find a moment of peace here or a small distraction from the crazy world we live in or chaos spreading goats.

Whatever it is that you find here, it will be…

Real.
Honest.
A little on fire.
Deeply feeling.
Occasionally ridiculous.
And always carrying goat-level sarcasm to deflect the incoming emotional storm.

Because in my darkest despair a dream was born. A spark of hope. A tiny flame to light the way. A purpose, if I dared.

Ash & Ember Rising wasn’t born in clarity.
It was born somewhere between burnout and stubborn hope.
Between “I can’t do this anymore” and “…but I still want to try.”

I don’t plan to tell you everything. Not all at once.
But what I will share here is real.
Not perfect. Not polished. But mine.

I might build layers.
I might hide a little behind flames, or goats, or sarcasm.

But I’m still here.
And I’m still me.

I’m embarking on an adventure or maybe a lot of adventures because why pick just one? Join me?

We’re going to start with our body, because it’s supposed to be a temple but sometimes they’re just tired. We’ll go on to explore our dreams and chase them to the end of time.

I’ll share with you the most secret desire of my heart and together we’ll learn that we are strong enough and brave enough to navigate the bumps in the road.

We’ll then learn just how keep our world going around, with smart budgeting, saving and investing in our futures.

And we’ll do it all by setting the world on fire and hugging goats and raging at the world and crying at the injustice of it all, while being gentle, kind and compassionate to ourselves, and if they’re lucky the people around us.

But we won’t stop there because when you’re a kick-ass immortal Phoenix willing to set the world on fire and rebuild from the ashes, as many times as it takes, you don’t need to choose, you can have it all.

So as a phoenix with a printer and a purpose, I’ll be sharing everything that I can to make our journeys easier. And while I love trees, if this helps even one person feel a little less broken, it was worth the paper.”

And don’t worry, epic paper art projects incoming.

Ash & Ember Rising is for humans (and goats) who are doing their best.
This is not a self-help pack. It’s a survival hug.
Get your free printable A Place to Start now.