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.
Of course you’ve got things to do; we all do. Every damn day, all those duties and responsibilities come at us from all directions, in every facet of our lives.
We’ve got to work to keep up with the bills, and with that comes the tasks, duties, chores, reports and a crisis (or three). In between all the multitasking, and devoting the required attention to family and relationships, we also try to get around to the creative endeavors that give us meaning above and beyond everything else in life.
We set expectations, unrealistic or not, we try to adhere to as we squeeze in work on our projects in fits and starts, cramming in as much of this ‘artistic freedom’ as we can. It gets to the point where we end up working to the deadline instead of simply allowing the creative process to flow.
There is certain frustration as something we thought could happen becomes lost in the attempt to make it happen. It’s not that we are not putting in the time, we are simply concentrating on the time instead of the craft.
Step back.
Art needs space.
Give yourself the space to create and let it take its own time.
Don’t rush it.
Art does not punch the clock. Art needs to unfold in its own way; you cannot force it. Creativity has no deadline, why should you?
Take the time, it’ll all be fine.
05/18/2018 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.