We want to know what
we don’t know, or hadn’t thought of,
or forgot.
What mattered then,
or what mattered when, shifts over time.
We notice.
Perception is what you don’t see.
Deception is what know.
You see it differently through your aloneness.
The truth behind a lie,
you question how and why.
It made sense.
Anticipation keeps us waiting
for only so long. Will it matter
if you felt it never did?
© 2021 j.g. lewis
Slow down: even with the ideas that come to quicky. Take the time to acknowledge the feelings that arrive, as they arrive.
Write it down. How else will you remember what you were thinking?
Print neatly. You hardly understand the thoughts at the time, why make it more difficult to comprehend weeks or years from now?
Follow your own logic; only you need to truly make sense of what is happening, or all that has happened.
Pay attention to the lessons of the past. Be mindful that not all are worth repeating.
Clarity. Make corrections as you go. Flaws become more difficult to correct the longer you live with them.
11/14/2024 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.
Last Friday was the busiest travel day of the year at Toronto’s Pearson International Airport with more than 170,000 people headed in different directions. The travelers and their families were going on vacation, or going home for the holidays.
This is an important time of the year to get together with loved ones, an important time to go the distance to feel the love you feel you’ve neglected, or avoided.
Whether you are going or coming, welcome home. I wish you safe passage.
For many, it is not always possible to get home, or to find home. As our lives change, our perception of what is home, or where we live, is transformed.
Home is not always a place or destination, but a feeling.
Home is a place you can visit without leaving where you are.
Home can be that kind of place.
Home is a place where we feel the warmth and memories of those who are no longer with us, or can’t make it home.
You don’t have to travel far.
Be at home with yourself.
Happy holidays.
12/22/19 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.
