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.
With summer now breaking (finally), our thoughts are given the space to roam.
The May long weekend often feels like our first taste of the seasons, and summer is, as it has always been, about adventure. Family camping trips, weekends at the cabin, long-distance road travel to faraway places; the memories and examples fill my mind, and summer allows them.
It is easier to dream, to believe, in summer.
I look forward to further adventures, and they don’t have to be big. Simply
climbing on my bike, or setting off in a new direction on my morning walk will suffice..
What’s holding you back from taking an adventure?
Do you need a destination? Or is the attempt to find something enough to fulfill this inner need?
We all need an adventure. It’s probably easier than we think.
Don’t plan; just go.
Pack a lunch. If you eat your sandwich under a tree along the way (perhaps in that park you have passed by before), it becomes a picnic. Give yourself time. Take a book, or your camera or sketchbook. Record the event.
Couldn’t we all use more picnics?
Summer is about possibility.
Life isn’t always a picnic, but perhaps an excuse to have one.
© 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.