You wander.
We all do.
Uncertainty can often
blur your surroundings.
Unclear.
The map is always there,
the lines signify the path
you need to follow.
You simply have to find
the direction.
It is all in your hands.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
unclear
gr@ffiti
Anguish or confusion,
sometimes it is the way.
Anxiety takes over.
What else can you say
as you try to put aside all
the feelings that dog you
anyway. No pain today.
Try as you might to
see your way through.
No pain. Not today.
09/14/2023 j.g.l.
Mondays are just young Fridays
There is very little that can be said about Eric Clapton that hasn’t already been said; except I saw him last night.
I’ve been listening to the musician, in all stages of his career, over the past five decades and he has been around even longer than that.
Through the years I’ve grown to appreciate Clapton more as a performer, recording artist, and as one of the greatest guitarists of all time, but I’ve never seen him live; until last night.
He was everything (and more) that I expected, playing selections from his lengthy career, and paying homage not only the blues artists who have influenced him but also to friends no longer with us.
Clapton and his band kicked of the Toronto concert with a cover of The Band’s The Shape I’m in, a fitting tribute to his longtime Canadian friend Robbie Robertson. Then, later, a tune he once recorded with Tina Turner: Tearing Us Apart.
The show was filled with both popular hits and selections you could tell he felt like playing. With a catalogue like Clapton’s there could have been even more hits, but he did what he had to do.
At age 79, Clapton’s seemingly effortless prowess on electric and acoustic guitar was both mature and effective. There were a lot of “wow” moments.
It was quite an evening.
What else can I say?
09/11/2023 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.
Mondays are just young Fridays
Posted on February 13, 2017 by j.g.lewis
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The absence of sound; silence
soothes and silence heals.
Without a sound you think, you
feel; a deeper thought, one without
interruption. Thoughts you own.
Thoughts of your own.
Early morning walk, the fresh-fallen
snow covers up all you know. The
city still sleeps, finding comfort in
the silence. You are awake.
It’s peaceful, each big fat snowflake
takes its time finding a way to the
ground. This is your time, a signal
to slow down and allow your self
a moment, or two, of repose.
Surely, soon, today will come alive
and you will be forced to deal with
all that clutters the mind. Until then,
enjoy this slice of time to get your
bearings straight, to prepare yourself
for the risks you will take and
mistakes you will make (we all do).
It’s all up to you.
Remain open to what comes your
way, find more time throughout the
day to listen to your self.
Let silence heal, let silence help.
j.g.l.
2 replies on “Mondays are just young Fridays”
This! It is my morning walk. So glad to have your company in this silence J.G.
My absolute pleasure to share the fresh-fallen snow.Thank you Melina.