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: March 2020
Blessed with unseasonably warm temperatures over the past few days, I decided it was time to dust off the bicycle.
My bike is old but, like me, with a little oil and fresh air it functions remarkably well. Both my body and bike have had a fair share of scrapes through the years and have had a number of parts replaced. They’ve both been around the block a couple a couple of times, but still have plenty of miles left.
The first ride of the year was just a chance to get outside; there was no set route, and no particular destination in mind. It certainly wasn’t full-stream-ahead cycling. Heck, I even stopped and sat in the park for a while.
You notice things more clearly on a bicycle. It’s humane. You’re right there, at street level, and can easily see changes to the neighbourhood. When you move through the same area by car, streetcar or bus, you are more shielded and possibly moving too fast.
I wasn’t the only one out taking advantage of the weather. The parks and streets were full of people, parkas and scarves left at home. It felt better than it has for months.
On a bike, it seems you are allowed a little more time to look around, maybe even the chance to lift your face to the sun and feel the natural warmth.
Ever conscious of the rear-view mirror, as you ride, you mostly look ahead.
That’s where we are all going.
03/10/2020 j.g.l.
Posted on March 9, 2020 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Have you lost touch with
another person, colleague,
or old friend?
Maybe even with your self?
You might not be sure when
it happened, or why, but you
know you feel listless.
You don’t feel the energy.
You have lost a connection, but
never the power to reconnect.
It will take time, or perhaps
more effort or understanding,
yet it is worth trying.
Reach out.
You do have the power.
03/09/2020 j.g.l.
Posted on March 8, 2020 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
We learn from each other,
we always have; by example,
by mistake, by listening and
watching. We learn by living.
I’m proud of, and thankful for,
the women who have taught
me and continue to teach me
how to live and how to love.
I am still learning with you.
03/08/2020 j.g.l.
