Putting Pieces In Place

09/30/2018

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A day for getting organized
and putting pieces in place
for the upcoming week.

The end of a weekend, and I enjoyed mine.
I stepped away from a few things, took time out
From the every day. I went away, a planned trip
with unplanned adventures in another city.
It is nice to come home to familiarity.
I hope your weekend was as refreshing.
Enjoy the week ahead (and the one after that).

peace

09/30/2018 j.g.l.

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05/04/2026

Mondays are just young Fridays

For months, for what seems like forever, you don’t hear it. Then, suddenly you do.

Birdsong.

Yesterday morning, as I made my way for much-needed coffee, I noticed.

It wasn’t just a few tweets, or honking geese returning home from wherever they were, or the caw of the crows that stuck around all winter, it was full-fledged birdsong.

It was welcome.

It might have been that the Sun is rising earlier now, or that yesterday was mostly sunny and warm (finally); you never know when. Birdsong arrives unexpectedly, it seems, many days before dawn.

It’s a reassuring sound that spring is actually here. Finally. More importantly, it is a sound I will hear more of as the season progresses, and when summer arrives. It’s a sound that says everything is okay, that this planet is not such a bad place (at least locally is it), and you are here.

And now you are hearing nostalgic sounds, heartwarming sounds, sounds fuller than a symphony; sounds that remind you that you’re alive.

Birdsong is random; it comes from all directions. You never seem to see the source, but know it is there. Hearing is believing. It is a morning thing, mostly, or mostly noticeable before the city wakes and the usual noise of the day takes over.

You enjoy it while you can, daily or seasonally, and it is most welcome.

Gratitude is found in birdsong.

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05/03/2026

must know

What you see and all you believe, and what you know, are at times unknown.

Confusing, yes, because within our sight so much of what we see is unbelievable, especially now.

How could we ever imagine what is happening on this planet?

   History, we thought, hinted at what could happen. Have we ignored lessons of the past or have we been derelict in our understanding, pretending to allow the unknown to become a better part of our reality?

   Now, sadly, we know.

   Knowing beats unknowing.

   To this end, we must ask ourselves (we must know) how far this could go? Certainly, the end is not in sight. It remains unknown.

j.g.l.

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05/02/2026

no better time

We know where we are,
right now.
Now.
You can’t put it off, or
ignore it, it just happens.
Of course, there may be
future opportunities, but
you need to know there is
no better time to begin
that project, pick up where
you once left off, make
that overdue apology, or
believe in yourself.
Now.
Why wait for later, when
you can do it now.
Do it.

© 2019 j.g. lewis

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05/05/2026

not now


Disappointment comes early
in the day. 

Unexpectedly, you might say.

It’s not right, not now, certainly
not in May.

Still, we move on anyway.

j.g.l.

maybe

May: the month.
Maybe soon we will know
the temperature and truth
that has avoided us until now. 
May sunshine find its way to you 
today, and tomorrow too.

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