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Happy Mother’s Day

Posted on May 13, 2018 by j.g.lewis · Leave a comment

Three letters
M O M

That’s how you spell

L O V E

05/13/2018 j.g.l.

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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

   Certainly there will be
   obstacles in your path,
unforeseen delays, and
       you won’t always feel
you are all there.
        Know
  you will get through this.

05/24/2018                            j.g.l.
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When Needed

Find surety in self-expression,
mercy in your anger, and
contentment in all you have,
or have let go of.
Be calm in your intention,
recycle dangerous thoughts,
and give old ways
new meaning. Offer something
you don’t need to someone who
who could use a hand up.
Seek clarity in confusion, and
balance when needed.
Humanity is always there.
05/22/2019 j.g.l.
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Mondays are just young Fridays

Words define you, words form
you and follow you; words provide
instruction. Words inspire, words
get you thinking, words account for
where you are and may give you
an idea where you are going.
Promises are made by words.
If you believe in the power of
the written word, you can then
believe anything.
Words tell it like it is. Remember
the promise is not in the words,
but the person holding the pencil.
Make your words powerful.

05/21/2018 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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