mom’s recipe or
make it up as you go.
Is there a better day
Take the time
Remember the leftovers.
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A thought du jour, my daily breath includes collected and conceived observations, questions of life, fortune cookie philosophies, reminders, messages of peace and simplicity, unsolicited advice, inspirations, quotes and words that got me thinking. They may get you thinking too . . .
There is nothing definite about autumn.
Fall is fickle, if not downright unpredictable, right down to when it begins.
We have ‘Meteorological” autumn: defined by splitting the year into nice simple quarters with September 1st chronologically marking the day.
Then we have “Astronomical” autumn beginning on September 22nd and marked by the autumnal equinox.
But last week, I observed “Spiritual” autumn, not as much defined by a date as a feeling.
It was unexpected actually. It was Thursday. The weather had been downright balmy as of late and the trees remain lush and leafy. The gorgeous colours so familiar to autumn have hardly arrived, so the morning chill took me by surprise, and I without a sweater.
Indeed, it felt like autumn.
Autumn comes with the end of summer and is elated closely to going back to school.
How many years of my life have been marked by September? Certainly those of my youth, when summer seemed to last a helluva lot longer than it does these days.
Enjoy your autumn; stretch it out as long as you can because winter, most certainly, will be much more definite.
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we come to know, and believe.
Tried, tested, often failed.
How can we reach out if we don’t know
how far we have gone from stranger
to acquaintance. Or lovers.
Former to later.
Boundaries seemed not to matter.
Overwhelmed, still and again,
self-doubt and denial I am unable to confess
even to myself.
We may long for the same things
in different places
We may never know who we are
and still we see.
Beyond this naked ambiguity, we clutch our breath,
gobsmacked at the power or potential
of what could happen.
It is not logic that takes us
where we want to go, but
emotion that pulls us along.
We see in others
what we want to see.
We look past boundaries
when this sense of unknowing
is all that you know.
© 2018 j.g. lewis