Life is like your laundry
hamper; a bit messy, soiled,
often unorganized and in
need of a good sorting out.
Even then, it doesn’t all
come out in the wash.
There’s still some work to do.
You know it takes a little
attention to detail to iron
out the wrinkles and have
everything looking, and
feeling good again.
© 2019 j.g. lewis
We wander when we can.
Movement has a purpose, even that which seems inconsequential or impractical. We are moving forward.
Often we are rushed, so focused on a destination that we pay little attention to exactly where we are.
Even so, each step is purposeful.
If, for no other reason than a sign we have been there, we leave a mark.
Footprints.
Step by step.
Real time.
This is happening.
We can’t always see the horizon as our thoughts are occasionally confined to our present dimension; it defines where we are, whether we know it or not.
If we are unsure of where we are going, how will we know when we have arrived?
Look around.
Pay attention to the landscape, don’t simply become a part of it.
08/04/2023 j.g.l.
It’s when we lose those who were not afraid to express themselves that we reflect on the nature and diversity of art, and we are a little better off knowing the artist did well what they could and left us with something more than memorable.
Rest in power.
Rest in peace.
Sinéad O’Connor
1966 – 2023
May she now find the peace
that often eluded her.
07/30/2023 j.g.l.
Time is as subjective
as it is real.
There is only so much.
There are so few really
good hours in the day,
why fill them with
shitty music?
Make the most of it.
07/25/2023 j.g.l.
