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J.G. Lewis

A writer/photographer living and breathing in the greater Toronto area.

original content and images © j.g. lewis.

I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.

a daily breath . . .

Mondays are just young Fridays

It’s interesting how quickly some things come back to you.
Yesterday, with the warmth and sunshine we’ve been denied finally gracing our city streets, I took the time to dust off my bicycle.
I pumped up the tires, oiled the chain, wiped down the seat and the frame, and donned my helmet (a cyclist with a helmet has a good head on his shoulders), and set out for a ride with no destination in mind, but with a purpose firmly in place.
As I began rolling, I pumped the brakes and then shifted gears to both check the equipment and gain momentum. I reminded myself that speed was not as important as safety. I watched for traffic as I turned into the bike lane and began to pedal through the city's downtown.
An hour later, it seemed I wasn’t event thinking about the individual actions required to propel my bike down the street, or shift gears to slow down for the next traffic light or make my way up an incline.
It felt like the bike was an essential part of my anatomy.
After months without even thinking about a lane change, even my hand signals to motorists and fellow cyclists came back to me naturally, as some things do…like riding a bike.

05/16/2021 j.g.l.

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Over Time

More times than not
you delay. Or you wait.
For no other reason
you procrastinate.

What is your worry?
Why such a response?

Hidden within goals
or intentions is a
spirit lost in the wind,
replaced over time.

Why is it missing?
Where did it go?

05/12/2022 j.g.l.

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Mondays are just young Fridays

Self-discovery begins by opening up. Look at your self.
Look inside, remind yourself of what it has taken to get this far.
You have learned lessons that have already been forgotten, but that knowledge remains with you, subconsciously or otherwise.
Open up those weary eyes.
Rediscover what it is there.
Don’t be surprised at what you see, and be less surprised at what you know.

05/09/2022 j.g.l.

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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 . . .

a purpose

Uneasy overcast skies, grey
and gloomy. Those ugly sins
we commit, dust or detritus
of our everyday lives; even
dirty secrets bestowed upon
each other, are washed away.
Because of the rain, the grass
will grow, flowers will bloom
and umbrellas have a purpose.

05/17/2022 j.g.l.

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Trust

Destiny, direction, purpose
and potential; each of us
dreams, all of us believe in
something. Realize this.
Trust the constant change.

05/15/2022 j.g.l.

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This

This
is where you are
and who you are
right now.
   This
        will change,
    it always does,
but this is where
it starts.
       This. Is. Now.

05/13/2022                                        j.g.l.

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Only Wednesday

Wednesday sits naked
and ordinary
waiting

between the bookends of social Saturday
and restive Sunday. The day is
little more

than a cluster of hours or a stop on the
treadmill. Indecisive and
lonely

nobody chooses a Wednesday. Nothing
happens
on a Wednesday

and it’s the same each week.

Sept 11/01, a Tuesday. London Subway bombings: July 7/05, a Tuesday, also July 21/05,
and also a Tuesday. Assassinations: John Lennon on a Monday, Martin Luther King Jr. a
Thursday, and John F. Kennedy a Friday. Kurt Cobain’s body was discovered on a
Wednesday, but he chose his way out three days earlier. Nothing happens on a
Wednesday.

There are fewer concerts mid-week, and opening night is never a Wednesday. They
never open the Olympics on a Wednesday. Nobody gets married on a Wednesday.

Yet I will choose Wednesday, or I will start with a Wednesday. I'll begin with a page, a
place where I can plant my thoughts. I have many thoughts, each week, every day (even
on Wednesday), but I will commit to posting something once a week. There are seven
days to choose from, and I chose Wednesday.

Now I may post something else on some other day, I’m like that (a true Gemini). If I am
moved or if I have time, if the stars align or the moon gives me a nudge, or if something
is really bothering me, I won’t wait for Wednesday. But I will post something each
Wednesday.

Something will happen each Wednesday, every week. Right here. If you want to see, or
wish to be reminded, sign up. There will also be a daily breath (usually 140 characters or
less) and it will not be limited to Wednesday, but will, or should, arrive every day.

Until Wednesday . . .

-j-

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