what if I told you
it is not what it seems
supposing I said
it is not all you believe
important information
difficult to tell.
what if you told me
you think for yourself
09/19/2024 j.g.l.
Mondays are just young Fridays
The sun is just coming up, the weather is especially pleasant for this time of the year and the 10-day forecast indicates it will stay that way for quite some time.
Not a drop of rain is expected for the foreseeable future and these summer-like temperatures, even through the nights, will continue.
There are better days ahead.
My morning coffee is bold and sweet — sort of like me — and, for the most part, my schedule is clear enough to allow me to take advantage of where I am. It’s a good place to be.
I have a few things I need to do but, more so, I have a lot of things I want to do. I hope this mindful mood will allow me to get them done.
Optimism is a wonderful thing, and it is easily obtained if you permit yourself to believe it is possible.
09/16/2024 j.g.l.
we can’t remember
We won’t admit
we share the pain.
We tell ourselves
again and again
we are different.
We don’t know
what anyone feels,
or how anyone
deals with this now.
We can’t remember.
We don’t know
how to behave
like we used to.
© 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.
human to the core
Posted on May 12, 2024 by j.g.lewis
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I have a good memory, one that allows me to disregard occasional unfortunate events and dismal challenges I have faced through the years and — when I need it most –— return to the bountiful periods of youthful happiness.
There I find my mother.
Positively selfless, human to the core, Mom had a practical wisdom that still shines through on occasions when I need good counsel, or if my spirits need a good polishing.
A gentle hand with forgiving resolve, and the most loving heart, my mother was my truest friend. She always seemed to find time for me, and knew when I needed it. My first teacher, the lessons I learned from her allow me to be the person I now am; flaws and all.
I lost my mother too early, and too long ago.
Technically, my mother was with me for less time than she wasn’t.
A mother’s love extends well beyond whom, or where, she is.
Her love is always with me.
I still feel her heartwarming presence, especially on days like today. I miss my mother, more than I admit, and cherish her memory often.
Today, again, I honour her magnificent soul.
Happy Mother’s Day
05/12/2024 j.g.l.
