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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 . . .

Mondays are just young Fridays

We can do what
we can do. Each of us
has a responsibility.
Know your limitations, but
more so, understand
your capabilities.
We can all do more
than we think we can.
We are all capable of more.

09/21/2020 j.g.l.

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Something That Matters

Bless them who recognize their
potential to do something that
matters, and share a will to do so.
Through their actions we see the
ability to affect change and the
patience required.

09/20/2020 j.g.l.

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So Much To Do

Do you do what gets done
out of obligation or
out of joy?

Do you care?

Where do
I start?

So much to do
every day. So little
gets done.

I know.

Do you judge a day
based on how much
was accomplished?

Do you?

Do you
end your day regretting
what was not completed,
or
do you end the day
looking forward to
tomorrow?

Where do
I begin?

09/17/2020 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 . . .

For A While

september
sinks
with the temperature
every night
                    darker
each morning we wake
to new colours
only
       for a while
we never want
to rush autumn
it arrives
               on its own
and moves quickly
until then
we simply wait

09/22/2020                                       j.g.l.

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Each Page Has A Purpose

Each day is a blank page. Not all of them are the same. Some days the ink flows, other days we spend more time correcting mistakes. Sometimes there is more space, sometimes it is darker. All too often it is ruled.
  Each page has a purpose. Every day has a purpose. It is important to fill it up.
  Make it meaningful.
  Today is new page.
  Write on.

Are you looking for inspiration for your journal?
soultalk is offering a
free online journaling workshop
October 1 – 11
In addition to daily journal prompts, there will be discussion in a closed (but open-minded) group, along with ideas, insight, and examples on breathing new life into your journaling practice.
Whether you have been journaling for years, have let the habit slip, or are simply starting out, a soultalk online session will add a little more clarity to your personal writing practice.
The free program is open to, pretty much, everyone.
All you need is a journal or notebook, pen or pencil, and a little time each day to think and write.
Come On Home
will run in conjunction with Mythos & Marginalia’s Homecoming Month, where a talented group of humans from across the globe have been invited to share their thoughts on home.
If you are interested in taking part in Come on Home, or need more information, send an email to soultalk@mythosandmarginalia.com

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haiku 4 you

It’s not what was said.
it is what was meant by it.
Do you understand?

09/18/2020 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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