Ever the darkness, every night or
early morn, a moment for chance,
the time to begin.
Still, we wait.
Incessantly.
We do it again and again, enough
or a lot or as much as we can
if we care to admit it.
Why?
Can’t a shade of mystery simply
take hold, whether we like it
or not?
Must we always seek familiarity?
10/21/2024 j.g.l.
The Moon hangs low,
yet the Sun still rises.
Each day
we have another chance
to shine a little brighter.
Rise up.
Be radiant.
© 2019 j.g. lewis
Today might not be what it is
without yesterday being all
that it was.
In a succession of events,
unplanned or programmed,
rarely do we consider
what has happened,
as it happens.
Sometimes we speak less
about things that matter
as we think we have
more time, as such.
Oftentimes
we do not speak of
things we should
as they are happening,
in the time that remains.
In the time we are given,
the present persists.
10/15/2024 j.g.l.
I have been thinking too much.
10/22/2024 j.g.l.
Pay attention; daily, hourly, randomly and specifically. What goes on around you and within you will have an impact in ways you may never have considered, but you should consider it all.
To observe, even the most mundane occurrences as they happen, is to participate fully in the life that you have been given. Think about it.
How you feel now, or later in the week, is relevant to your entire experience. Those feelings never stop; however they may go unnoticed if you don’t take the time to observe.
10/20/2024 j.g.l.
This shifting preoccupation
with what is right or
what is wrong; questions never end.
You can’t decide.
There is less certainty
in what you know. It is all untold
and remains unknown
which way you will go.
A decided destination seems so far away.
Progress is but a thought today.
10/18/2024 j.g.l.
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.
Our view of love changes as
we age. What we feel, all we know
to be true, is provided a fresh point of view.
We forget, from time to time, what it was
when it was something else.
Perspective.
All the mental aspects of affection and
emotions will overwhelm if given a chance,
but for the longest time
we did not allow ourselves to know
the certain realm, or definite destination
of love and all it is capable of.
It is more than physical,
stronger than it has ever been, and
strengthened
over the years and beyond.
Empathy finds its place amidst
individual passions. Understanding becomes
the strongest sense of a relationship.
As we age, we are capable
of something greater, or have we just
realized, now, what love can truly be?
© 2024 j.g. lewis
If it is now, then
too long I have waited. Shadows of moments past
blur
one into the next
and I remained confounded
by all that has happened since.
This time I take for granted
can no longer be shared. I have already experienced
the ripeness of the moment, the cool breeze
that arrives with autumn, knowing
there is still so much ahead of me.
© 2024 j.g. lewis
About a month ago I signed up for a program looking into mobility and healthy aging, anchored by weekly two-hour sessions at a local community center focusing on exercise, nutrition and information with a physiotherapist, dietitian and public nurse.
The group-based sessions are “focused on increasing knowledge, skills, and behaviors related to activity, healthy eating and available community supports for older adults.”
I am, after all, an older adult. I knew that when I signed up for the program — administered by McMaster University — that were looking for study participants aged 55+.
It was only after I arrived at the first session and was waiting for the program to begin that the term “older adult” had an impact on me.
As I browed through the information brochures in front of me, I read, over and over, references to this age group: “Physical activity for older adults”, “24-hour movement guidelines for older adults”, “Active Aging Canada”, and “Canada Food Guide Tips for Seniors” with a thorough collection of tasty recipes enhanced with key ingredients for “older adults”
Then there was the newsletter with a headline that really affected me: “Looking to make the most of your Golden Years”
Really?
Is this the “stage of life” that I have entered?
Now, I have not officially retired, I do not yet receive my pensions (government or career-related). I am almost hallway through my 63rd year and less than a few years away from receiving those lifetime benefits so, in my government’s eyes, I am close to being a true “senior citizen”.
But I am not sure I feel like it.
I am indeed at the lower end of the “baby boomer” classification, a demographic I have belonged to my entire life (and totally dislike the recent negative connotations of the term “boomer”). This group has aged, grown up with me, and is commonly accepted now as “seniors”. It is a sliding scale that begins at age 55 or 60 is, in fact, the age group I am now in.
The decades have blurred one into another.
But “Golden Years”?
How can that be?
I admitted, long ago, to being middle-aged. I think that started half a lifetime ago when my father retired and joined the ranks of a senior.
But am I now what he was then?
You are what you admit.
I’m older. I have never really been accused of being mature, and since I was a kid was told, many times, to act my age.
How can I be nostalgic about my youth when, most of the time, I still feel youthful?
Is it time to accept the obvious?
I guess, if I am going to accept the seniors rate at the cinema, gladly take advantage of the discounts and special “seniors” offers from many retailers, and reduced rate on public transportation, then I must start admitting I am in fact a senior . . . or an “older adult”.
I am.
This week, perhaps at this “seniors” session, I started to believe it.
It’s a lot to think about.
This week’s session included a cooking demonstration, exercise class and a lot of discussion about living and aging. Each of the program participants are at different stages of “adulthood”. Outside of a couple of the presenters, I was, I think, the youngest person in this group of older adults (I still have difficulty writing that phrase).
That itself is thought provoking.
I am truly looking forward to retirement and have been mentally preparing myself for a couple of years. I’ve got plans and so many things I want to do at this age and stage of life. Most of my plans revolve around the sort of things that a regular work week gets in the way of.
Whether or not these are, in fact, the golden years, or that I am entering the “Autumn of my life” hasn’t really been something I’ve though a lot about.
But I am now.
When did that happen?
How long will it keep happening.?
© 2024 j.g. lewis
Each line speaks in ever-present tense, past
shadows whispering still, amidst perpetual
foresight. Memories commence for a stanza
or two, if you are prepared to listen.
© 2024 j.g. lewis
As summer fades, as they always do, I took a moment yesterday to browse through photographs I’ve made over the past few months to remind myself where I have been living.
This will be my last summer in Toronto, a city that has been home for a decade.
When I first arrived here, I began to spend many hours and days wandering the city with my camera, both as a means of familiarizing myself with this huge metropolis and also refamiliarizing myself with camera skills I had not been using as much as I should have. I was inspired by new landscapes and the sheer magnitude of the city’s size, and over the years have indulged in the street photography that was available for me.
This past summer, as I’ve been focusing more on other aspects of visual art, I did not venture out with my equipment as often as I should have. Still, I found some time to capture images of the places and people in a city that now feels like home.
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.
