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.
We are supposed to talk; today especially.
What’s bothering you?
May I ask, or should I tell you my opinion on mental health?
Ask or answer, the stigma or stereotypes surrounding mental health issues will haunt you no matter how progressive we are told this society (any society) has become.
We are all damaged, right now.
We are fragile.
We read about it, we hear about it on the endless stream of mental health updates we are inundated each time we click on the device, channel, or format, of our choice.
Employers love to boast about all they are doing to help, packaging up pat answers, outsourcing online support systems, and stuffing them into some diversity and inclusion policy they are trying to use to show how progressive and forward-thinking they are. But only if it fits in the advertising budget.
It is all talk when we need action.
All. Of. Us.
What can I say about this mental hell?
We’ve been living through one of the greatest global health challenges we have ever faced over the past two years and still we don’t know where we are headed.
All this misinformation, disinformation, conspiracy theories and outright lies do nothing but confuse.
We have politicians spending more time crafting a good sound bite than they are trying to understand the implications of what it is they are trying to say.
All talk. No action.
I am in the age 54 years plus category that, according to pundits and poll-makers, are less likely to talk about their feelings.
I’m not sure it is safe to do so.
Who do we tell?
Who should we tell?
Politicians? Healthcare professions?
We can talk to each other; in fact we should, but maybe we should just keep listening.
A good answer or idea is due to come around any day now.
My ears are open.
© 2022 j,g, lewis
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.