How do we choose to travel?
What is reliable in the rain?
What is our ultimate destination,
for this time, this journey, or
this day?
We move at the speed of life.
Depending on traffic, others
may chose to follow your path,
but not your direction.
© 2021 j.g. lewis
A little cold, little wet,
a little tired and yet
I am here. Still,
full of wonder.
The morning chill leaves
little to the imagination
and much less
to hope for.
Expected, perhaps, as it
always is, this time, this
season is only what
we ask of it.
11/21/2024 j.g.l.
The answers are far less certain
than even last week, to all those
perennial questions or solutions
you might seek.
What do you believe, or
what do you believe in?
Come Monday, you have fewer
questions than you had last week.
For a while there are less doubts
in what you believe.
Whom do you believe in,
and who believes in you?
11/18/2024 j.g.l.
I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
I think today will be a good day,
because,
I think it will.
I wake with a purpose, and the
fortified intention to step ahead,
to keep moving forward,
wherever this path will take me.
It’s a fully conscious decision,
my mind made up, to do
what I need to do,
because I can.
The power of the mind is
an amazing thing.
By directing your thoughts
you can shape what you think
and how you see and feel,
so you can, and will, do what is
meant to be done.
Your attitude, on any given day,
impacts the circumference
of your being.
Attitude is all up to you.
Sometimes you have to look
past the troubles and trials
you think may be
holding you back.
You have to
clear your mind of images and
events causing unrest, globally
or personally.
You have to, first,
think of yourself and
find the frame of mind that
will allow you to accomplish,
or continue, what you
set out to do.
There are places you can go,
and things you should be seeing,
yet the most important thing,
today,
for your self, is just being.
j.g.l.
I’m like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.