confront your honesty
challenge your truth(s)
speak up for your self
11/30/2021 j.g.l.
November 2021
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Mondays are just young Fridays
I took a walk through the downtown early yesterday morning as the city’s first snowfall began to accumulate.
The temperature and the wind-chill have been chilly in Toronto the past couple of days, but the precipitation seemed to officially mark the change of season. Winter has arrived.
The fluffy “Charlie Brown” snowflakes seemed to warm things up.
The snow continued through the day and the world of white outside the window somehow seemed silent and safe.
It’s a nice feeling.
11/29/2021 j.g.l.
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We Are Fearful
News of another COVID-19 variant is spreading fast.
Omicron, has only come to light over the past few days and already countries across the globe — including Canada — are announcing international travel restrictions
This is another setback with a potentially more contagious variant two years into a pandemic that has killed millions of people and disrupted our lives on every level.
We have experienced too much disease and death to not take this seriously.
Of course we are fearful.
Is it the fear of what we don’t know, or the fear of knowing?11/28/2021 j.g.l.
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How Does It Feel From The Inside
Collar upturned, scarf scratching
against the skin, eyes tearing as furious winds
find their way, we protect ourselves
from the intermittently indifferent month
of November. As only we can.
Atmosphere duly moistened
by pent up frustration in joys not found,
unfostered friendships, and decline
in the value of our self-worth,
deceit flows freely in these darker hours.
Our hardened hearts impervious
to even favoured words, we can hardly
hear ourselves speak, and better we not.
Each question delivered during these days
cannot summon an answer; even decisions
arrived at in November will wait.
December, with its warmer spirit and
delicate snow is then a softer month
for broken promises or shattered hearts.
We count not the days, but tolerate
this month of indecision, our time instead
sorting out emotions, impositions,
and lack of interest.
How does it feel from the inside?
The bitter cold slams against our silhouette,
while souls cry out for attention, admonition,
gentle hands or comfortable shoulder.
Even young bones creak loudly against
this change of season.
Even old souls forever remember
the intolerable month of November.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
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This Journey
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.11/26/2021 j.g.l.
