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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 . . .

cloud songs

In the time since then
and now. An absence.
It has been too long.
We forget.
Memories, infrequent or few,
tarnish and fade yet
I even miss the thought of you.

01/19/2021 j.g.l.

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Mondays are just young Fridays

For no other reason than I thought I should, or mainly for the reason that I actually could, I sat with my sketchbook in a park in downtown Toronto on Friday afternoon.
It was that sort of day: mid-January with the temperature well above freezing. No snow and no rain, no need for gloves, and a little sunshine for a change in these continually grey days.
It was a beautiful day, so why shouldn’t I be out sketching non-judgmental art for only the reason of creativity. You should always allow yourself to be inspired by art, or even the thought of creating art..
With CODID-19, we are into a lockdown in Toronto (a state of emergency actually) with a ‘stay at home’ order. You are only supposed to go out for essentials or exercise. I felt this fit into both categories.
Isn’t art essential to your well-being?
Shouldn’t we all take the time to exercise the soul?
For me, it was a break from the reality we’ve all been living with. For a while I lost track of time. It didn’t feel like winter, but it certainly felt right.
I realized I should do it more often.
Pandemic be damned, I will.

01/18/2021 j.g.l.

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Art Is Experienced

You will be perplexed by the questions or deceived by some of the answers; there are many.
You may not even understand the art, but you shouldn’t be confused by its purpose.
Art is art, in any state or format.
The process and the feelings are emotions it provides are personal.
It is felt more than it is viewed, or read, or watched
It is experienced.
Art is the reason more than the result.

01/17/2021 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 . . .

This Will Require Unity

The world changed yesterday,
we all felt it in our own way.

It is far too early to call it a
revolution, or even evolution,
there is far too much going on.

Everywhere.

Look around.

Where will we go from here?

We can all do more.

We can hope.

Individual action is required,
but this will require unity.

Look up.

We can try.

Look where we can go
from here.

01/21/2021 j.g.l.

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haiku 4 you

What do you know?

What do you think about?

01/15/2021 j.g.l.

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What I Say

Sometimes when I say you
I really mean me.
Often, I don’t realize.
I don’t see the difference.
What I do and what I say
is bound to change day by
day. The message is still the
same. It remains the truth.
This is our reality.
Sometimes I have to be told.
Other times, I need to be
reminded.

02/24/3021 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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