We learn from each other,
we always have; by example,
by mistake, by listening and
watching. We learn by living.
I’m proud of, and thankful for,
the women who have taught
me and continue to teach me
how to live and how to love.
I am still learning with you.
03/08/2020 j.g.l.
The mind is a huge sponge, each second of every day processing information, sights and sounds, directing you through tasks involved in everyday living. In all the excitement, though every activity, bits and pieces become trapped in your psyche. Some of this information is forgotten, or put aside, other times the residue of all the activity affects your nocturnal or unconscious thought.
The human will is an amazing thing. It can guide you to success, steer you through adversity, or just help you cope with what life throws at you. Willpower works through the daylight hours, but can also mold dreams and visions. Like any activity (music, yoga, art, science, theology) dreaming takes learning and practice. With some effort, and most of it done while you sleep, you are able to empower yourself by channeling your beliefs.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
It looks different now
than what it was then.
Another angle; a new view
of many of the same things.
Things change. We change.
03/03/2021 j,g,l.
March will arrive tomorrow with the uncertainty we have become accustomed to, hiding the promise we hold and leaving room for confusion to fester.
Winter has been too long and we are waiting for the first signs of spring.
March gives us something to look forward to. Until then we are faced with winter.
March gives us snowflakes as tentative as our intentions or snowstorms as bitter as the reality we face week to month. March gives us a complete range of weather to match each emotion we feel.
I wish you fresh air and sunshine in the days ahead.
02/28/2022 j.g.l.
We live now, and always have,
as hunters and gatherers.
Along our path we collect
small scraps of our being,
slowly assembling the quilt
that surrounds us.
Experiences, information,
or misguided moments and
memories become fabric
we wrap ourselves in. Lonely,
or cold, we search for a stitch
of humanity in threadbare
motives and flimsy excuses.
It is not always comfortable.
It is who we are,
not what we have become.
© 2020 j.g. lewis