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Posted on July 2, 2017 by j.g.lewis · Leave a comment

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Mondays are just young Fridays

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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 . . .

Inconsequential Or Not

While contemplating, meditating, or musing on topics apparent, yet unexplored, we get caught up in uncertain possibilities or unsolved equations. There are not always solutions, or answers.
  At times we may share the current conundrum, in hopes that some other perspective may soothe the mind or ease the time.
  The thoughts I keep to myself are those which don’t make sense, may require further consideration, or don’t serve any purpose.
  The difficulty is the thoughts, inconsequential or not, do, perhaps, have consequences.
  What are you thinking about, or are you thinking at all?
09/26/2017 j.g.l.
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Mondays are just young Fridays

Vertical city, survival within
glass and concrete, entrapped
by a population breathing
negative vibes soaked
with animosity and
indifference.
If everything were Neon,
we would dwell among the
effervescent crackle of
mechanical dreams gone awry,
unacceptable flaws and
faulty circuits broadcasting
an unreal reality of
untoward circumstances,
our emotions brimming
with sacrificial synthesia.
Unnatural. Unmoved.
We are not.
It is not.
For this life, day by day,
is more attuned to
the ever-changing colours
of nature, the acoustics of
soul, and the distant breeze
of forests slicing through
the carbon-dioxide of the
slow-creeping freeways.
Organic principles
still drive us.
Be moved by the natural
in its resplendent glory.
Be aware that all is not
made-made or
manufactured.
Maybe
the present is full of
littered streets and
calculated misconduct, but
it does not have to be.
Let down your guard.
Open your mind.
Give in to the outside.
09/25/2017 j.g.l.

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We tire ourselves out.
We struggle with that
which we don’t take
the time to understand,
but we should. No one
knows our fears and
foibles better than our
self. We deal with it
day in and day out, but
do we ever completely
acknowledge all that we
know, or do we simply
ignore it?
09/24/2017 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.
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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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