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.
How you speak to others is a reflection of how you talk to yourself.
Often the mood of the moment comes through in the tone and temperature of the words you use, or, more specifically, how you use them.
It just happens.
Do you speak gently to yourself, showing compassion when you are feeling anxious or frustrated?
Do you speak angrily to others when you are feeling down or unsatisfied with your actions or intentions?
You should observe how calming your voice can be when you attempt any sort of self-love, just as you will notice the brisk texture when you snap at a loved one or total stranger.
It just happens, sadly.
Sometimes you have to step back when the right words don’t seem to come your way.
Allow the mind to settle; take a short walk, close your eyes and take a few deep breaths, even find a quiet place for a five-minute meditation.
Recalibrate your emotions, then notice how much more clearly and considerately you speak.
02/19/2018 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.