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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 . . .

A New View

It looks different now
than what it was then.
Another angle; a new view
of many of the same things.
Things change. We change.

03/03/2021 j,g,l.

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Mondays are just young Fridays

With all the idle chatter, blatant bias, flexible facts, fake news, political posturing and conspiracy theories, it’s so hard to sort through the bullshit and find your own truths (which can vary as much as the next human being).
Knowing what is true is not always easy. In fact, knowing what’s right it is more difficult than righting wrongs.
To keep me true, I keep an ever-expanding mental list; and so should you too.
Today, here is what I know to be true:

If I don’t start, I will never finish.

If I can’t trust myself I’m screwed.

There is always another way and it is not always right. In fact, it may be as wrong as the original option.

Not all memories are good, but they are mine.

I have more to gain than I have to lose.

I have more books to read than time and patience to read them. Still, that should not dissuade me from trying.

My list is never ending.

I can trust somebody until I can trust no more.

Self-awareness, self-doubt, and self-care are individual things.

I’m still getting to know my self.

I am still here.

Progress equals patience.

Not all ideas are good.

Words mean something.

What I learned yesterday will help me get through tomorrow.

Learning is easier than remembering.

My mornings are what I make of them.

03/01/2021 j.g.l.

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Than All That

The more you think
you know, the less
you seem to learn.
The further that you go,
less often will you turn.
The miles ahead are
shorter than all that
you’ve been through.
How much longer will
this go on?
It is mostly up to you.

02/25/2021 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 . . .

You Can’t Know It All

What we know reflects a will to learn, our desire to believe, and the curiosity to know more.
What we are is the sum of our experiences.
What we can be, at best, is a work in progress. How far you progress is entirely up to you.
You can’t know it all.
Forgive but don’t forget.

02/28/2021 j.g.l.

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Know Where You Are

Take time today to
get outside, look up
and turn your face
toward the sun.
Close your eyes.
Feel the warmth,
feel the energy, and
know where you are.
Take as much time as
you need. Enjoy each
moment by yourself.
You deserve it today.

02/26/2021 j.g.l.

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Trust

Trust yourself

02/23/2021 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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