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: September 2022
“They won’t give peace a chance
That was just a dream some of us had.”
-Joni Mitchell
Today is the International Day of Peace. As declared by the United Nations General Assembly, September 21st is devoted to strengthening the ideals of peace and non-violence.
But what does this day mean when you can only look around and wonder?
What does it mean when the headlines tell the story of one conflict or another (nationally or internationally) and the first radio news of the day reports another local murder or mass shooting far away.
Peace, in so many ways, seems too ideological (if not impossible).
Peace still seems like a dream.
Peace feels intangible.
Peace is slow.
Peace is manifested person by person, one action at a time. Each incremental attempt — no matter how minuscule or muted — should strengthen our resolve to create a just, meaningful existence for each of us.
This day means what you want it to mean.
You will find peace if you want to find peace.
I believe peace will only happen if enough of us want it to happen.
I believe it can happen. Call me a dreamer.
I wish you the strength to see this through.
I wish you peace.
09/21/2022
Posted on September 20, 2022 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Can each everyday experience
provide you with a lesson?
Learning is a lifetime process.
If we only knew yesterday what
we will discover next week, we
may then have a better idea.
What will you learn today?
09/20/2022 j.g.l.
Posted on September 19, 2022 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
There is nothing definite about autumn.
Fall is fickle, if not downright unpredictable, right down to when it begins.
We have ‘Meteorological” autumn: defined by splitting the year into nice simple quarters with September 1st chronologically marking the day.
Then we have “Astronomical” autumn beginning on September 22nd and marked by the autumnal equinox.
But last week, I observed “Spiritual” autumn, not as much defined by a date as a feeling.
It was unexpected actually. It was Thursday. The weather had been downright balmy as of late and the trees remain lush and leafy. The gorgeous colours so familiar to autumn have hardly arrived, so the morning chill took me by surprise, and I without a sweater.
Indeed, it felt like autumn.
Autumn comes with the end of summer and is elated closely to going back to school.
How many years of my life have been marked by September? Certainly those of my youth, when summer seemed to last a helluva lot longer than it does these days.
Enjoy your autumn; stretch it out as long as you can because winter, most certainly, will be much more definite.
09/19/2022 j.g.l.
