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.
Month: July 2018
sleep
perceived value
otherworldly delights
rest upon familiar pillows
one in the same
and you can’t know
where the mind goes
or whom your images
may touch
there is worth
in the way
you remember by day
all that night
will keep
to itself
07/03/2018 j.g.l.
Posted on July 2, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
I seem to forget how quickly
everything, in this age of instant,
becomes the past.
Random thoughts, photographs,
journal entries, grocery lists, facts,
fashion and faith captured in the
moment will soon only represent
history.
What it is becomes what it was.
Our memory banks are brimming,
perhaps more eventful than the
current account of our lives.
The past affects the present, now
becomes when, even if we try to
do it all again.
We can’t relive the past; it has passed.
How do we deal with change when it
happens again and again? You can’t
prepare when you don’t know what is
there. You can only go with the flow.
This summer, in an attempt to
keep up or catch up, I will post
thoughts as they come to mind, or
dig into older notebooks without
regard for place or time.
It might be easy, it may get harsh,
but it will be my current reality.
Honesty, flaws and all, with no
time to edit and not enough time
to forget it.
Not all of my activity will appear
right here. You can have a look at
Instagram, every once in a while,
for night thoughts, a daily breath,
or the occasional smile.
#justhowitwas
07/02/2018 j.g.l.
Posted on July 1, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
We are shaped by our environment.
Where we live, the places we call home, offer inspiration and opportunities for growth.
The everyday education we receive becomes the wisdom we know.
We learn, and we love, where we are.
I live in Canada.
I have learned a great deal just by being here.
My history is rooted in that of this country.
It is where I am, and where I am from.
I know no other country, not in this way, but I am proud to call my country my home.
I am Canada, as much as it is me.
The country is as flawed as I am, but we all keep working to make this a better place for all of us; those who were born here, and those who arrive here, and make this their home.
Today is Canada Day.
Today is a great day to call this country home.
07/01/2018 j.g.l.
