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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 . . .

Can You?

Can you believe the promise
of a new day when those before
prove to be less than expected,
and not what was anticipated?
Is your breath deep with words
of hope, your mind ever open
to accepting the courage offered,
and your back able to support
the weight of the world? Will you
continue trying to silence beliefs
that harm, and ideals that kill?
Can you find the charity required
to share your soul with strangers?

j.g.l.

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Into The Light

We typically move forward,
in varying degrees, progress
often as uncertain as our
direction.
Still we continue trying to step
ahead, into the light, knowing
shadows only show the past.

07/19/19 j.g.l.

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Right Or Wronged

Just because people agree with you, doesn’t make it right.
  For instance, I might say The President of the United States is a deranged, ignorant bigot, with no regard for the diversity and fragility of the human spirit, and there are people who may agree with me.
  But, that doesn’t necessarily make me right.
  Just as Donald Trump stated over the weekend (and several times before) that many people agree with his (continual and persistent) racist comments.
  It does not mean he is correct.
  You cannot believe the logic of what is right or what is wrong, based on one man’s opinion, even if he perceives that many, many people agree with him.
  You, deep within your self, have to know what’s right, and who has been wronged by opinions, regardless of how many people are in agreement.

07/16/2019                                                   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 . . .

night thoughts 1:19

Beyond insomnia, no
longer imagination, and
still questions.
The Moon’s mystery
need not keep you awake,
not when there are so
many earthly concerns
to occupy your mind
at 1:18 a.m.
Full Moon illuminates
our world, even through
clouds, even days later,
a sacred glow that sheds
no light on the difficulties
or dilemmas we face
time and again.
Often there are no answers.
The mysteries of the Moon
need not keep you awake,
but they will keep you alive.

j.g.l.

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night thoughts 2:48

You have to question
yourself, if you always
demand answers from
others.
Resolution never flows
as swiftly, smoothly, or
(sometimes) as truthfully
in the light of day, but
at 2:48 a.m., the certainty
becomes obvious.
Think about it. Are you
telling yourself all you
need to know, or simply
repeating what you want
to hear?

j.g.l.

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night thoughts 3:42

There is a whole lot of
bullshit out there, with, maybe,
even more misguided belief.
We blindly trust lovers,
and brothers, and
snake oil salesmen.
Perhaps I have been
one or another at some
point in my life, and still
cannot figure out how
an answer is contrived
without knowing, at 3:42 a.m.,
what you have to say.
What are you thinking, or do
you even bother considering
what you meant to me?
Are you so comfortable in your
silence, wrapped up in silken
dreams, that all of this remains
a mystery?

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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