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.
2023 has passed the halfway mark.
What seemed so fresh and new not all that long ago now has the twists and turns, bumps and bruises, and unexpected shifts that come with daily wear and tear.
Our 26th week arrives without the same optimism we had 25 weeks ago, and six months of those broken promises, dismal disappointments and inconsistent inactivity have filled the spaces between moments of brilliance and joy.
Our intentions, now, may not have the shiny patina they did on those cool January mornings. Now is a good time to remind your self of all the plans you have not completed or, perhaps, even started.
There is still time to tackle that laundry list of what ifs and must-dos. It is just July, and there is still not too much urgency. . . yet.
We do have to remember that summer never lasts as long as we believe and soon we will wake to the crisp mornings of autumn. Before you know it, mass market retailers will be laying out the Halloween candy and cueing up Christmas music playlists.
It happens all too quickly.
What will you do about all that is undone?
Remind yourself that it is not what you can get done in the time remaining, but more like: what can you do?
07/02/2023 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.