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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 . . .

Learned Behaviour

How we act, what we do, the chances we take and routines we fall into, are influenced by a headful of inner dialogue, a roomful of opinions, and experience that is constantly changing the world beyond your space.
Right now.
Still, the single most important factor to all this excessive interior and exterior stimuli is your reaction.
Only your behaviour will alter your pattern.
You are responsible for learning or diagnosing, even doubting, what you are doing. Just as you may, or will (or can) switch it up, abandon plans, or simply let things happen as they happen as if it is an act of casual happenstance... and it probably is.
You already know what you do today will have some sort of effect on what happens tomorrow, or Wednesday, or six months come Sunday.
You’ve learned that, mostly from trial and error, but it still adds up to learned behaviour.
How is that serving you now?
Can you answer that question honestly, or will you have to wait until Wednesday; or Sunday?
You know the answer, you do, even if you won’t admit it to yourself (that may be your pattern) and sometimes the answer is more of a question.

05/04/2021 j.g.l.

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Mondays are just young Fridays

There is warmth and comfort where I am: inside.
On the other side of the glass, it promises to be nasty and wet, as it has been more oft than not over the weekend and the days proceeding. Spring is taking its time arriving and April showers runneth o’er to May.
Even today.
May rain, May snow (these days you can never know), but it seems less likely now than it was the other day. After all; it’s May.
There is the urge to settle in with a book on this side of the glass, rather than undertake my morning wander about this city. There is no particular place to go, and I usually do; rain or snow.
I don’t feel like it today.
I long for summer’s heat and, day-by-day, I seem to be hoping more and receiving less.
Look out the window.
The view changes daily, but it is still outside.
It is where I should be and, despite this seasonal objection, it is where I will go.
Today.
I will get out of my climate-controlled comfort zone.
Yes, at times, it is easier said than done. But I will as I should.
There is a big world out there, with so much to discover and much more to know,
I need to get outside and live. Behind the glass, I am only existing.

05/03/2021 j.g.l.

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Lines Tell

It all begins with a line:

architectural draft, letter or
prose, sketch, industrial design and
computer code, email response and
one-page summation, dramatic script

       or nightclub flirtation.

            The lines we use.
                             We lay down
                       what we pick up
       if we cross that line.

Punch lines, unemployment line,
    headlines, help-lines,
           all that waiting
                               over time.

                   It is a process.

       As we age
    I see
around my eyes

laugh lines form creases, then
      wrinkles; then more.
     Sadly.
   I am left with a face
      where lines tell my story

like a poem.

                  Each line counts.

04/30/2021                                    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 . . .

haiku 4 you

speak up

know your purpose

write on

05/07/2021 j.g.l.

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Go Easier On Yourself

Aren’t we are all working on something, whether we admit it or not?
What’s to question?
Can you, will you, make the changes you feel you need right now to support your intentions — or your plans — for the future?
Don’t go any further until you can answer honestly.
If the answer isn’t what you expected, remember it can be changed.
Questions change.
Expectations should be changed. Change them to intentions,
Go easier on yourself.
Be good to yourself.
Be honest with yourself.

05/06/2021 j.g.l.

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More Each Day

How much can you comprehend, and how badly do you truly want to understand the wonders of life? This life: the simplicities and complexities.
All of it.
There is so much now (more than there used to be), and more each day.
Can it be measured?
Do you ever wonder exactly how much wonder you hold, or even wonder whether you will ever figure it out?
Keep wondering.
Be in awe of how much more you have to see, believe, and be amazed by. Infinitely.

05/02/2021 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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