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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 . . .

Only One Person

Keep in mind
you are doing exactly
what you need to do,
even if you are
the only one
who knows it.
More importantly,
you are the only one
who would notice if
you stopped,
so why would you?
Of course it gets
confusing and, when
you think of it, there
is only one person who
can guide you through
all that you need to do.
It is you.
I don’t know who needs
to hear this right now, but
I know I do.
What about you?

10/22/2020 j.g.l.

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dare we glance back?

Is this world
as fractured
as we are led to believe?
Politically, ideologically,
or spiritually,
fault lines are obvious.
It is not superficial.
Are all thoughts jumbled
or is that just me?
Can we look ahead? Dare we
glance back? What was there?
Is what we see now all
that is worth knowing?
Can we learn more?
Do we want to?
Do we need to?

10/20/2020 j.g.l.

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Mondays are not just young Fridays

A shorter week with a little less structure meant I got less accomplished than I had intended last week.
With no real schedule, and few obligations to anyone but myself, progress is more difficult to define when you have less demands on your time.
Now I look back on how I did, or what I did.
What did I do?
I got things organized and in place (as best as a Gemini can) and I did more research than was required, and I came a bit closer to outlining something maybe only my self can understand, but by the end of the week it felt like little more than procrastination.
I am now looking at a new week with the same project. It is time to get a better start on something that already has a beginning.
It is time to make it happen.
You take on a different view, when you know you have things to do.

10/19/2020 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 . . .

Is Your Karma Clean?

Have you hammered out
the time-honoured dents
from cosmic collisions,
covered up the rust and
body scrapes of incidental
accidents, and washed
the bug splatter off your
cracked windshield?
Is your karma clean?
How’s it looking ahead?
Glancing in the rear view
mirror won’t do you, or
anyone, any good. Those
miles are all behind you.
Be gentle with yourself,
be kind to others, help
out when you can.
Drive on. You’ll get a
little further doing right
than righting wrongs.

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A Good Look

Sometimes you are surprised
by where you are. Other times
you can be surprised by what
is there. Take a good look.
Always be open to surprise.

10/16/2020 j.g.l.

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Suspended

Moments hang,
picture on the wall.
A snapshot,
split second of time,
to remind us
what was significant
then. Places, people,
as it was. Then
and now. Suspended.
We are where we are,
each photograph
revealing the
importance of all
to be seen. For all
it means. A picture
on the wall.

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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