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.
Month: July 2018
The truth is not obvious.
It gets confusing.
We walk the line between
knowing and not.
Often what you see
is not always the truth.
Our reality is blurred
between that which we
want to believe and that
which we know.
What is your truth?
07/12/2018 j.g.l.
Posted on July 11, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Before the Dear, before the date,
a letter is nothing more than
a receptive, yet vacant, page.
Nothing there except intention
and will to communicate.
All those thoughts, where you were,
what you sought, a point of view,
daily news, perhaps
of no consequence to someone
who was not there, and
that may be the whole point
of a letter.
Handwriting, immediate, as it was,
scratches steadily across the paper.
An occasional pause, yet
the mind flows freely. Topics
appear out of nowhere;
the weather where you are,
how is it there? Of course
you write, of course you care.
Tell it like it is, you’ve got
something more to say, and
no better way to say it
than a letter.
© 2018 j.g. lewis
The longer days of summer, a bit more time to myself, and a greater will to connect.
I can’t explain it any other way, other than a desire to catch up with people far away, but I’ve been writing letters consistently over the past week. I do write letters, often, but not quite this much (or not as much as I have been).
I’ve always enjoyed letters. I feel you communicate differently when you say it in a handwritten letter. It’s not at all like an email; and I won’t say it is better. It is just different. Letters take time to write and time to arrive. Often they are not expected, and in that way it might be a surprise.
A letter is how it used to be done, but it is not old-fashions. It is just the way it was.
A friend recently described a letter as “love in an envelope”. That itself is something to write about.
Write on.
Posted on July 10, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
There is the black, the white, and the combined grey of the everyday obligations, rituals and responsibilities that (somehow or another) rob us of hints of colour outside of the periphery.
We all do all that we need to do, yes, but we can interrupt the momentous shades with bursts of colour here and there.
Do something each hour, or day, to open your eyes. Read foreign poetry, pick up a new hobby, call up an old friend, walk an unfamiliar path and look at the magnificent flowers or street murals. Life is all around us, but we fail to take the time to dip our brush into the well.
See all that can be when you step off the grey scale, even temporarily.
Life is not all black and white.
Add colour when you can.
07/10/2018 j.g.l.
