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.
It has been a rough week; hell, it’s been a difficult year (or two).
I think we have all been feeling a bit dysthymic lately.
How could it not be possible to be feeling a bit off with all this geopolitical, emotionally analytical, topsy-turvy sort of mess we find ourselves in.
How are you getting along?
If ever there was a time for self-care, it is right now.
Don’t you think?
The weekend is almost here.
Do something over the next couple of days for your self.
Get a new book from the library, play a favourite record from 1982, 2003, or 1977 (turn it up). Light a candle, burn incense, take the bike out for the last ride of the year (wear a helmet).
Do something for yourself.
You know what relaxes you, or what gives you a little boost. You know what works.
Do that.
I hope it helps.
10/07/2022 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.