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.
My therapist reminded me, yesterday, of a phrase she had used before and one I had heard a long time ago.
They were wonderful words that I had forgotten, somehow, caught up in all I have been doing, or in things I have been trying to understand or attempting to accomplish.
It is a simple phrase I need to remember more often: We are human beings, not human doings.
Our goal, above all else, should be to simply be without thinking, or overburdening ourselves with all we are trying to be . . . even all we are trying to understand.
Instead, we often get caught up in all we are doing, and most of us try to do so much or are involved in too much.
It becomes too much.
We are all human.
I was reminded later in the day of something I had written to myself a long while back. It is something I need to remind myself of more often: You are only human; so is everybody else.
10/17/2023 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.