take a stand

06/02/2025

An active pacifist,
I am resilient, steadfast,
passive, yet passionate
about all that inspires me.

Protest.

Upsetting,
                        at times confusing,
      we take a stand when we can
but not always
when we should.
                                                 Do we
choose to ignore
the significantly unsettling actions
of them who believe in something else?

Why?

How can we know
the truth untold, but
exhibited so many ways?

Are we not blessed
with perception? Can we
know the ignorance evident
in public displays of rejection?

Stand up for what matters.
Make it matter. More.

Can you
believe in your heart, in
your soul? In me?

There is so much more to say.
Will you? Speak up.

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06/23/2026

cloud songs

Summer arrives, and with it

          the colours you seem

              to have forgotten.

     Not unexpected yet

               still a surprise.

Early morning sunrise

             worth remembering;

    not always like this, but

    there will be more.

© 2026 j.g. lewis

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06/22/2026

Mondays are just young Fridays

A few weeks ago, I pulled much of the early growth from my rhubarb plant, leaving only the newest stalks. Apparently, this is what you are supposed to do.

   I planted my first rhubarb crown last spring, after the danger of frost, and cut away the first stalks about a month later for a delicious home-grown, homemade pie.

   This year I discovered that was wrong.

   I have since learned that you are to pull out all the growth of the first year and do nothing with it (except toss it in the compost bin). This is to encourage future growth.

   Then, in the second year, you are to pull away about a third of the stalks that first appear. I did that this year. Already new tiny leafy stalks are reaching up and out.

   I’m anticipating another pie.

   From the second year on, you are free to harvest the rhubarb as it sprouts, and each year there will be more. I’m already savouring the possibilities and potential.

   My rhubarb plant has a prime spot at the rear of the yard. It’s an inconvenient corner of the garden without much space for anything else (I did find room for the mini pumpkin plant a week ago). You can tell by its growth that the rhubarb likes its place with full sunlight for most of the afternoon.

   The rhubarb is right next to  the tomato cage I built a few weeks back. I constructed the cage not to keep the tomatoes in, but to keep the squirrels, chipmunks, and rabbits out. I seem to have attracted a menagerie of tiny beasts who visit my yard winter and summer. Last year, at least one of the culprits managed to nibble on the bottom of most every tomato in the garden, rendering much of the crop useless.

   I’m hoping my cage will outsmart the pests this year.

   The rest of the backyard garden space, mostly in raised planters I constructed last year, is flowers and herbs. The front flower bed now full of hydrangeas, day lilies, bee balm and assorted perennials. I also had success this spring with tulips in this one bright corner. That spot will be filled this week with something or another.

   On this first week of summer, I’m looking forward to the tones and tastes of the season.

© 2026 j.g. lewis

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06/21/2026

blessed

Fortunate am I to have a daughter I get to know a little more each year.

While my mind will always hold images and memories of her past, it is the present version of my child that keeps me growing along with her. She is wise beyond her years, and my wisdom comes from being there for her.

I am blessed with this never-ending experience of love.

j.g.l.

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06/25/2026

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06/20/2026

variables will differ

Neither the number of steps you take or the length of each stride will truly capture the distance you are prepared to go.
Intentions cannot be measured in the same manner as progress. Variables will differ.
Progress is marked by miles or minutes (perhaps down to the minutia). An intention itself is more of a variable than a path, yet its guidance (or lack thereof) will have a dramatic effect on actions or accomplishments.
If you have an intention without a destination, it is a path only you can determine.
It begins with the steps you do or do not take.

© 2023 j.g. lewis

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06/16/2026

who will hear


In the darkness it is easier to 
determine what’s on your mind;
there are no other voices 
interrupting your ease.
You can whisper, but who
will hear you?

Sometimes I want to talk when
nobody is around to listen. Often 
it is the middle of the night 
and no one is there. 
At times, the silence is 
disturbing my peace.

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