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.
Routinely we are focused on what is ahead.
As we continue striving to move forward, and we do or we try, we seem to be living in the shadow of what has happened or going through the motions of making it happen.
Somehow the process of progress is so ingrained in us that we fail, or fear, taking the time to simply be in the present. Instead of living in the moment, we are truthfully loosing the moment by not paying attention to where we are.
I noticed Saturday.
On the way to an appointment, and realizing I was earlier than I intended (or needed) to be, I stopped half a block away and sat for a moment to collect my thoughts.
I looked above me to the tree I was enjoying the shade of, now fully leaved in the resplendent greens of spring. A week back, if I even noticed as I walked on, the tree at the time was, like me, simply trying to get by.
I can’t recall.
I hadn’t bothered looking up or looking around.
I didn’t take the time to check in with my surroundings
It is sad really, we all seem so pointlessly busy and caught up in the process.
If we are all hoping for progress, we should at least take the time to notice.
Take a little time today to simply be.
05/15/2023 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.