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.
It has been such a busy week.
You still have so much to do. The tasks you meant to do Tuesday remain incomplete.
It’s Friday.
You didn’t even get around to what you meant to accomplish yesterday, and it weighs heavily on your psyche. Today’s deadlines and expectations will surely take a toll.
It is more than unbearable pressure. All those appointments only led to disappointment. Your desk is a mess and the back-to-back demands of the day only complicate matters. All those unarticulated strategies and unnecessary activities result only in overwhelming anxieties.
You feel the work week. Your resolve is even weaker in this struggle to maintain some sort of work/life imbalance.
Stop. Breathe.
Just for a moment, right now, stop everything you are doing. Put it all aside for a minute or two and think about what is important to you.
Then, remind yourself not to let everything else get in its way.
It is that important.
09/20/2024 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.