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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 . . .

Correction

Errs of our days,
make a difference,
force a distance. Always.
Little is said, less
is done in the moment.
It simply happens.
You live with it, or the
ramifications.
Errors. Then excuses.
When you realize
you’ve made
a mistake,
little can be done
to correct what
has happened.
How do you live with it?
How do you know?

11/12/2019 j.g.l.

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Lest We Forget

Service
Sacrifice

Sorrow

Silence

Lest We Forget

“We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
    Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
        In Flanders fields.”

                                -John McCrae

November 11
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Quality Lasts

Sesame Street has been teaching kids how to learn, how to love, and how to live for 50 years today.
  That’s pretty amazing, especially when you consider the hundreds, even thousands, of television shows that have come and gone over the same time frame.
  With its gentle approach mixing education with humour, repetition, animation and real live human beings with Muppets, the American public television show has been entertaining and educating generations of children and adults by introducing issues alongside the alphabet. The show successfully dealt with a child’s short attention span, and it still is.
  Quality lasts.

11/10/2019                                              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 . . .

cloud songs

Too many words will confuse,
   even cover up, emotion.
      When less is said, more
can be derived from
            what was meant.
  The implications
are not obvious, yet the essence
     will remain.
  There is plenty to remember.

11/05/2019                                          j.g.l.

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I Am Change

We are what we are. Formed by where we have come from, influenced by many people along our path, we are the way we are because of cumulative life events.
It all adds up, but is not the sum of our self.
The seasons and the years of our past remind us, often, of where we have been, but that is not it. We are more than our troubles, greater than our achievements and failures, and more significant than we realize.
We need to shift our thinking from what has happened to what can happen.
Look ahead.
Keep changing.
Put the distance between what you were so you can go the distance and see what you can be.

j.g.l.

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Déjà vu

Violence at night,
a shooting or two.
Sudden death.
Déjà vu.
Homicide
never pretty.
Someone was killed
last night
in this city.

10/18/2019 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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