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J.G. Lewis

A writer/photographer living and breathing in the greater Toronto area.

original content and images © j.g. lewis.

I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.

a daily breath . . .

We Do Not Know

We are where
we are for reasons
we do not know or
understand.
We may never
understand, but
that is, above all else,
a purpose.

07/07/2020 j.g.l.

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Mondays are just young Fridays

Patiently we wait,
we seem to have time.
Six feet apart, mostly,
we no longer mind.
Physically distanced,
the longer the line.

We are all waiting
in line for assistance
or groceries at the store,
for things we once
didn’t think needed
to be waited for.

07/06/2020 j.g.l.

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Look A Little Closer

Take care of one another.
Who else will be looking
if you don’t bother?
Who will watch over you if
we don’t care for each other?
We now need to look
a little closer. We all need
to see, to believe, in ourselves.
Who is left?

07/05/2020 j.g.l.

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A thought du jour, my daily breath includes collected and conceived observations, questions of life, fortune cookie philosophies, reminders, messages of peace and simplicity, unsolicited advice, inspirations, quotes and words that got me thinking.
They may get you thinking too . . .

As You Wander

Gather your thoughts,
be calm
through the day.
Find balance
and confidence
as you wander
your own way.
Be curious
and open-minded,
for the wonders
will never cease.
Let go
of all your worries,
and
pick up the peace.

j.g.l.

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haiku 4 you

we apologize
for the things we do not do
for the wrong reasons

07/03/2020 j.g.l.

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What Needs To Be Read

My night table hosts a stack of possibilities and good intentions; books I’ve been meaning to get around to for quite a while.
There is neither rhyme nor reason to the stack – fiction or fact, self-care, philosophy or biography – some of the books have been started but somehow, at some point, I stopped and picked something else up. I was lured away by another possibility.
I keep the books in progress handy, bookmark in place, feeling I’ll get back to it soon. I always feel I need to finish something once I have started, and generally I do; it just may take awhile.
Many of the books are recommendations from friends, or something I’ve read about somewhere, or a title, author or subject matter that interested me at the time. There are also a couple of ‘fate’ books; those paperbacks from office lunch room, or transit stops or coffee shops that ended up in my possession as if it was predestined.
I’m not one to mix with fate, so I do get around to them. Eventually.
Summer is often a good time to catch up on what needs to be read. I think I’ll begin tomorrow.
What’s on your summer reading list? Do you read different material (subject of style) in the summer than you might other times of the year? Have you been reading more in these pandemic times?
What’s on your night table?

06/30/2020 j.g.l.

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Only Wednesday

Wednesday sits naked
and ordinary
waiting

between the bookends of social Saturday
and restive Sunday. The day is
little more

than a cluster of hours or a stop on the
treadmill. Indecisive and
lonely

nobody chooses a Wednesday. Nothing
happens
on a Wednesday

and it’s the same each week.

Sept 11/01, a Tuesday. London Subway bombings: July 7/05, a Tuesday, also July 21/05,
and also a Tuesday. Assassinations: John Lennon on a Monday, Martin Luther King Jr. a
Thursday, and John F. Kennedy a Friday. Kurt Cobain’s body was discovered on a
Wednesday, but he chose his way out three days earlier. Nothing happens on a
Wednesday.

There are fewer concerts mid-week, and opening night is never a Wednesday. They
never open the Olympics on a Wednesday. Nobody gets married on a Wednesday.

Yet I will choose Wednesday, or I will start with a Wednesday. I'll begin with a page, a
place where I can plant my thoughts. I have many thoughts, each week, every day (even
on Wednesday), but I will commit to posting something once a week. There are seven
days to choose from, and I chose Wednesday.

Now I may post something else on some other day, I’m like that (a true Gemini). If I am
moved or if I have time, if the stars align or the moon gives me a nudge, or if something
is really bothering me, I won’t wait for Wednesday. But I will post something each
Wednesday.

Something will happen each Wednesday, every week. Right here. If you want to see, or
wish to be reminded, sign up. There will also be a daily breath (usually 140 characters or
less) and it will not be limited to Wednesday, but will, or should, arrive every day.

Until Wednesday . . .

-j-

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