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.
Be honest.
Speak your truth, and
say what you mean.
It is easy to say, but
can be hard to do.
It’s difficult at times to
put the right words
into the proper context,
or speak freely.
Or honestly.
Often there is concern
over how you will be
seen, or heard, or believed.
Truth is, at times, not
easy to hear, and it can be
even harder to say.
Sometimes you might feel
it is not enough, because
the truth can be so simple.
Honest.
You may feel that
truth is not enough, but
it is everything.
The hard truth can hurt,
the whole truth can be
hard to swallow, and
the real truth can heal.
Be truth.
Breathe your truth.
Breathe honesty,
and
breathe it honestly.
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.