It is hard to know
what to say, or
how to say it,
so often we
Silence stops the
but it does not
stop the thoughts.
original content and images ©j.g. lewis
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 . . .
A sign I’ve been glancing at, daily, since I noticed it a week back at a regular coffee stop where I try to begin my day with a dark roast cup of bravery.
I try to take the time, every morning, to scribble out my current considerations, deliberations, and contemplations on images and memories that have come to me in my dreams and in reality.
If your first meal of the day is the most important, shouldn’t your first thoughts be as well?
Take time to write them down. It’s important. What you are thinking affects how you continue to navigate your self through the coming hours or weeks.
“The bravest thing you can be is yourself.”
How much courage is required to make it through the remainder of the day? Is a single cup of coffee enough to provide the fortitude required to step further into the day?
It’s a good start.
I'm like a pencil;
Still I write.
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
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I’ll begin wearing my new winter coat this week.
We’ve been fortunate in Toronto this year with extended fall weather. This weekend’s snow was a reminder of what is to come.
I’ll be dressed for it.
I took advantage of a pandemic deal and bought this warm wool coat in August.
A handsome coat, I thought it would be great to wear to the office when we all went back to the office. Or it would be suitable to wear to the theatre or symphony, dinner out, or a night on the town.
Unfortunately none of that will happen anytime soon.
Toronto went into a 28-day lockdown effective at midnight.
Restaurants are closed, except for takeout. The theatre and performing arts sector has been shut down for more than 8 months.
Nobody is going out. Nobody is going anywhere.
‘Stay home’ is the overwhelming message.
As I have every day over the past eight months, I’ll continue to go out for a lengthy walk. I’ll pick up morning coffee (the best kind), and then wander the streets for a while.
Mask on, I physically distance.
It’s emotionally isolating.
My new coat will warm my spirits.