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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

The cool morning drizzle of yesterday’s rain upset many of my plans all over again.
It has been certain uncertainty day by day; recent days have been unpredictable. Seems the only thing accurate about the weather app on my mobile device is the date.
All I can do is live with it.
Intentions curtailed or plans derailed, I must use my mind to occupy time. There’s always something to do, especially on a holiday Monday.
Today is already brighter than anticipated, so I’m off to a good start.
I hope to make the best of the day.
I hope you do as well.
Think of the possibilities.

05/23/2022 j.g.l.

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cloud songs

An ordinary day, common
    thoughts stretch out into
occasional magnificence.

      Moments are fleeting,
memories of which
   provide sustenance to
     your everyday life.

   We deserve as much
      as we allow ourselves.

05/19/2022                                        j.g.l.

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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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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 New Approach

Can’t we all do better?
We’ve all had time to experience what happens when change is forced upon us, and results of the past couple of years have been disappointing. The dystopia, doubt and debate continues to take a toll.
We need an attitude adjustment. Let’s try a new approach.
Get friendly. Brighten up the days ahead.

05/24/3033 j.g.l.

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discovery and discipline

Creativity is not learned behavior as much as it is practice.
It is as much tenacity as talent, and taking the time.
Creativity is both discovery and discipline.

05/22/2022 j.g.l.

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observations

left undisturbed
it seems I can sit forever
with a lukewarm cup of coffee
a once-sharp pencil
and my thoughts

until I need a refill

observations arrive slowly

a practiced patience

show me the morning
a sip at a time

05/20/2022 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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