Days disappear
like they have before,
even those we chose to ignore.
Hour by hour, weeks into
months, the present passes
quicker than our dreams
of what we remember and
what it means.
Are the days ever longer
than what they seem?
06/30/2023 j.g.l.
Perception, apprehension,
internal deliberations, and
meditations or rumination:
the evolution of thought, a
revolution in all directions.
How many angles will be
considered for one question
or dilemma? True reflection.
06/25/2023 j.g. lewis
Where the sounds are
as steady as it goes,
music as it is, and
it is worthy.
The players matter
less than the playing,
trio or quartet, known
only to those
who know them.
Unfamiliar to a
stranger’s ear, standards
sound better than ever,
from what you
remember.
Atmosphere.
The environment or
venue is important,
especially on a Friday
night for music
as worthy as it is.
Jazz matters.
Listen. Cover charge
and the price of beer,
worth every note.
© 2023 j.g. lewis
06/22/2023 j.g.l.
I am a father. I’ve had decades of experience, and I anticipate decades more.
Fatherhood is a role I honour and respect; a lifelong privilege I am blessed to be a part of.
Throughout the years and decades, I have had the absolute pleasure of watching my daughter grow into the amazing woman she is. My greatest joy is noticing the changes as she evolves into the person she has become.
Nothing is dearer.
There comes a point where you realize she too has watched me grow.
I am older. I am aging.
It is only natural.
As I age, so too does my daughter.
I remember noticing changes in my father as he grew older, the evidence of time becoming more obvious with each visit.
I suspect my daughter notices differences in me when we are face-to-face, but these changes are essentially superficial.
Deep down I am still the same person.
I am her father.
In that, I’m sure we both realize the decades of love we share.
06/18/2023 j.g.l.