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.
Category: A daily breath
Everything within your grasp,
and that so far removed,
is as consequential
as it feels.
Breathe
between the space
within the enormity of it all.
There, right there,
is liberation.
Freedom awaits
those that recognize
personal growth, and them
who continue to look.
07/19/2024 j.g.l.
Posted on July 18, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Did you realize, or
do you? Now, was there
more or less gravity to the
situation at hand?
All present and accounted for,
yet still we want a little more
knowledge. If you know
you know.
Perspective is far greater than
a simple rationalization, or a
sudden realization. Do you care,
truth or dare.
07/18/2024 j.g.l.
Posted on July 15, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Last Friday — inspired by a horoscope offered in a publication I had never read before — I went silent. The words in the free community newspaper suggested I keep opinions to myself for a single day, and I took the words of wisdom to heart.
Breaking my usual routine I made coffee at home, freeing myself of the need to speak even civilities to attentive coffee shop staff. I did not speak. I can’t recall if I muttered anything under my breath, but I did not offer any opinions to anyone. From what I remember, not even myself.
I spent the day painting, reading, and thinking.
I didn’t listen to the radio or stereo, avoided the television, pretty much shred away from social media, and in the afternoon paid particular attention to birdsong emerging after a torrential downpour.
I simply painted, and read, and thought, and that was all that was required. I didn’t even write.
It was placid, serene, and especially comfortable.
I enjoyed this slight respite; it was almost meditative, to a point (but I didn’t overthink that angle).
Instead, I stayed in the moment, contemplating the moods and the colours of the day.
There was a lot of thought, self-analysis and otherwise. Self-thought entirely, not another voice to suggest, scold, or alter my perspective.
My opinions may have mattered only to me, but does it even make sense that on that day I chose not to have any, even subconsciously?
That was good enough to me. It was good for me. I may even choose to do it again, perhaps even regularly.
There is power in silence.
07/15/2024 j.g.l.
