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.
Month: August 2024
There are flaws in your façade, the image and appearance you have spent a lifetime creating: your perfect offering (as invigoratingly imperfect as it may be).
What is holding back the light? What is stopping you from experiencing life the way you want it?
Cracks are not superficial, many times they run deep. What you see as blemishes and faults, mistakes even, prohibit you from reaching the potential you feel you have (and it varies day-to-day).
How open are you to the change that may be necessary? What you do is fully up to you; personal choice has its own voice.
Allow that light in, let it spread.
You might feel an enduring difference. If nothing else, you will feel even the slightest shift in your being.
08/04/2024 j.g.l.
Posted on August 3, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Athletic aesthetic meets trustworthy
tradition in a truly elegant blend of
form and function.
Poetry in motion, even stationary,
any bicycle is a thing of wonder.
Historically, so little has changed.
The power of the person, two wheels
with a chain, time and again.
Compelling simplicity. Ageless grace.
More than transportation; more than
a method of getting from there to here.
Miles of smiles, the ride of your life
found on a bike.
2019 j.g. lewis
Posted on August 2, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
It is not knowledge or memory, from what I remember.
Because I have more to learn and less to forget, I cannot consider myself wise or even clever.
How dare I flatter myself.
I simply cannot know as much as the next person, certainly when it comes to personal perspective.
My imperfect insight wanes when it is most required. This diminished capacity of even my most brilliant thoughts cannot even serve as a reminder; how forgetful of me.
How can I say I own a lifetime of experience while I am still living and have so much more to endure.
I believe, and I say this with as much reservation as anticipation, there is so much more to my presence than even I can imagine.
It is as humbling as it is haunting, because who really knows what another day may bring.
One never learns things that were as important as yesterday.
08/02/2024 j.g.l.
