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.
You write about your loneliness, and how you miss your family far away.
You write about a certain isolation we all can feel at certain times.
Distance is so hard, and many times it prevents us from showing how we truly care.
Distance takes time, and it takes up your mind.
It takes an effort to remain connected with those in other cities, countries, or times zones.
It takes effort to spell out how you are feeling.
I find writing a letter, regularly, is one way to express and explore thoughts for someone else. I firmly believe a handwritten letter says what other communication styles simply cannot.
I send letters when I need to, or when I believe someone else could use a pick-me-up. I know it is appreciated. I read about it in my return mail.
Of course I would prefer a face-to-face visit, but I feel each letter I send carries a message for someone I care about.
Sit down and write a letter. Take the time to share your wisdom, your wit, and your wishes.
Find your words for someone else.
Write on.
03/12/2018 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.