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: January 2022
Left brain. Right brain. A delicate balance.
A left-handed Gemini; no stranger to controversy, but
I can’t take sides. I dart back and forth regularly between
a practical reality, where I must live,
and the fractured imagination where
I want to be. And I, a dreamer, know this. We all dream,
of course we do; there you find other people, and you.
Déjà vu.
We’ve been here before.
Pyjamas in bed, most of the time. Insomnia.
You question the whys.
Never settling for the answers, there is always another way.
Another sleep (when else would we dream), another day.
Imagination can soothe.
Practicality will confuse.
My imagination is as practical as my every day is creative.
This is my choice, my voice, and where I choose to live.
I’ve been here before.
I will come back often.
“An idea is salvation by imagination.”
-Frank Lloyd Wright
© 2018 j.g. lewis
Posted on January 7, 2022 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
I suppose it depends
on my mood.
01/07/2022 j.g.l.
Posted on January 6, 2022 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Each season of our precious life will undoubtedly reveal an invaluable lesson, but none more sacred or endearing than the season before, or the year before that.
I believe it takes time
Good fortunes may not always be what present themselves at the time and may, in fact, take cumulative years or seasons to present a true lesson.
Knowledge can be learned.
Wisdom comes over time.
01/06/2022 j.g.l.
