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.
Each of us cultivates, embraces, falls or functions with (or within) some form of a relationship; general or specific. Personal, professional, academic or accidental, relationships are elemental to our role, or identity, as a human being and how we relate with friends, family, or foe. Even subtle strangers have a place within the circumference of our lives.
Daily, weekly, or hourly, we settle or struggle with the emotional imperatives that find us (or are forced upon us) as we deal with the joy, confusion, anger, empathy or apathy that comes our way.
Through it all, in any circumstance, we must decide how we deal with the people in any aspect of our lives. Above all, we must decide the impact of love, generally or specifically, and how we accept it, allow it, share it or disavow it.
It is not an easy task.
Love is more than an emotion; it is greater than a state of mind and it, sadly, is missing in the lives of so many right now.
We need more love, right now, general or specific, individual or communal.
We need to feel it more than we do.
Know what I mean?
What will you do with the love that comes your way today?
Happy Valentine’s Day wherever you are.
You are loved.
02/14/2022 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.