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.
We want to know what
we don’t know, or hadn’t thought of,
or forgot.
What mattered then,
or what mattered when, shifts over time.
We notice.
Perception is what you don’t see.
Deception is what know.
You see it differently through your aloneness.
The truth behind a lie,
you question how and why.
It made sense.
Anticipation keeps us waiting
for only so long. Will it matter
if you felt it never did?
© 2021 j.g. lewis
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.
Sometimes your daily horoscope is enough to inspire you to go a little further or dig a little deeper.
I’ve been trying these past months to solidify a project I have been working on for far too long. Unrelated consequences have held me back, in fact stopped me in my tracks, but over these past weeks (well more than a month) I made a habit of trying to get back into a habit that had served me well in the past.
We all have personal approaches to whatever we do (and what we want to do), so the how and why I began, again, to try is consequential only to myself. But I have to say that, creatively, it went well past writing every damn day.
Many days have been spent writing or rewriting and tidying up this project. I’ve also spent a lot of time with my journal and some of those thoughts have ended up on this website as my daily breath.
I’ve been working my way out of a depression.
This world is in such a catastrophic state and the continual news feed will only depress you further. It alters how you function as a human being.
I feel it.
I guess that’s one of the reasons I have valued the practice (or habit) I had been falling away from for longer than I wanted (or realized).
Writing out my thoughts, either constructively or creativity (there is a difference), provides a way to deal with my intentions. Sadly, if you let it, it can also provide an undue number of expectations.
Finding the balance on the page, or in life in general, is often difficult.
Sometimes you must look at anything you write down as an achievement, especially at a time I wasn’t feeling like I had achieved anything.
I was reminded of my predicament this morning as I sat with my coffee and laptop at Starbucks and clicked on my horoscope.
These past few months I’ve been dealing with a lot of personal shit that has seemed to hold me up from doing what I wanted or needed to do.
I’ve had expectations I’ve been trying to live up to and, in not being able to do so, I have felt a sense of failure.
I know I need to do more, and each day I’ve been trying. In doing so I haven’t allowed myself to think positively about what I have accomplished.
Many of those accomplishments are small but, when I run them all together and look at the big picture, I’ve realized I have accomplished something.
It took this morning’s horoscope to remind me that things might not be as difficult as I had thought.
10/30/2023 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.