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.
My journal is filling up with the reality we are living in.
I suppose it’s not that different than what I usually write; antidotes and examples of where I am, or what I am doing. Often I will glue in a newspaper headline or story that catches my interest, has some historic significance, or provides greater detail.
The thing is, most of what I have written, especially this past week, is pretty much focused on the coronavirus. COVID-19 is the reality we are all facing, day in and day out; statistics change throughout the day, increased infections and news from other countries. There are border closures and restrictions on travel and tales of self-isolation.
It becomes overwhelming.
As I always do, I write about my feelings and emotions. Journaling is a practice that allows me to maintain some balance. It is cathartic and it gives me a place to leave my thoughts.
Right now there is a lot to write about.
03/17/2020 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.