Who can you blame?
Are the feelings unjust when a decision is a matter of knowing you must find fault or favour with the ill winds of change?
It is never enough to simply rearrange plans or predicaments. It is like making a prediction of all my flaws with my faith as fractured or fragile as it is, or has been.
Far easier to see what I haven’t been doing.
03/24/2023 j.g.l.
We tire of unpredictable weather, the damp morning chill, wet socks and lost mittens. Winter keeps reminding it is not through with us.
We have suffered long enough.
The streets are tired and dirty and the time change only makes things darker in the morning.
We need a brighter view.
We need, now, the renewal that comes with spring.
03/20/2023 j.g.l.
Progress comes less from planning than participation.
Dreams and wishes require action and attention.
Start moving.
03/19/2023 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.
Respected and Admired
As with human to human
interaction, it’s about realizing
what is reflected as much
as the reaction.
You bring an inner light to
every person you greet; family
or community, arbitrary
strangers on the street.
Daily it changes, the shine
not always the same, nor
does it need to be, and
no one is to blame.
It cannot always be an
incandescent 100 watt bulb,
some days, some times, your
power is woefully annulled.
Other times, or certain people,
deserve only 40 watts. It’s
more about the why, when
all has come to naught.
Perhaps the glow of a candle is
all but required. The flame, itself
a beauty, which should be
respected and admired.
Full range of emotion is our
own personal wealth. If we
display only what is expected
we are not true to the self.
© 2016 j.g. lewis
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