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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 . . .

the time

I try not to pay attention
to the time. I realize you
simply can’t ignore facts
or pretend reality does
not exist, but I’ll attempt
to overlook my difficulties
for as long as I can.

12/09/2021 j.g.l.

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Mondays are just young Fridays

I’m going back to work today.
A new role and new location with the same company, but it is a setting I’ve been absent from for some time.
It’s been a while since I’ve rubbed shoulders with colleagues, and I know it will be different.
Everything is different now than it was a few years back.
We have masks and physical distancing and personal protocols in place that you had to think less about when you were working behind a screen.
This morning I will be back in an office setting. I will be interacting, face-to-face, with people.
This will be an integration process.
Though anxious, I welcome the change; I look forward to some sense of a return to normal.
But how normal will it feel?
COVID-19 has changed the way we live, and the way we work.
I guess today I will see how much...

12/06/2021 j.g.l.

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cloud songs

   Look up.
   Look past the difficulties
you have become accustomed to.

   If you wait,
   If you have patience,
your world will brighten up.

       See the possibilities.

12/03/2021                                      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 . . .

challenged by memory

What do you remember
about how it used to be?

Aren’t we often
challenged by memory?

Yesterday is not
what it once was.

12/07/2021 j.g.l.
Family

Everything has a deeper meaning.

Remember what is important.

12/05/2021 j.g.l.
Mondays are just young Fridays

I took a walk through the downtown early yesterday morning as the city’s first snowfall began to accumulate.
The temperature and the wind-chill have been chilly in Toronto the past couple of days, but the precipitation seemed to officially mark the change of season. Winter has arrived.
The fluffy “Charlie Brown” snowflakes seemed to warm things up.
The snow continued through the day and the world of white outside the window somehow seemed silent and safe.
It’s a nice feeling.

11/29/2021 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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