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.
As you settle between the sheets, you mindfully prepare yourself for the deepest sleep possible. At this time, your brain is still abuzz with the doings of the day. It’s only natural to do a quick check of what you have done, or what you have to do, but don’t let the day control your mind. It is important to try and clear your head and allow it to rest with your body.
A habit for many of us, reading has become a relaxing way to unwind before sleep. Reading, by its very nature, can transport you to other places, fiction or not; it will take your mind off the reality surrounding you and move to a more restful plane.
Do what you need to do before sleep, to let the mind rest.
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.