Which way are you going?
What route will you follow?
Where will it take you?
03/31/2023 j.g.l.
Mondays are just young Fridays
The clock and the calendar move
forward incrementally, naturally
(as it should be) from a darker
winter we can’t leave behind to
something resembling spring.
In-between our seasons we take
whatever we can, where we are.
We have little choice.
A less-than-enthusiastic forecast
glares at me from a mobile device,
with greater chance of soakers
more than once or twice in the
week ahead as atmospheric rivers
come down to earth (a convenient
excuse for all it’s worth).
April showers still to come, as it
happens, as it is always done, we
keep moving forward step-by-step
mainly in spite of the weather.
03/27/2023 j.g.l.
of interest
your knowledge is
your currency
save up for what
you need or desire
there is interest
in your wisdom
03/26/2023 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 September 10, 2018 by j.g.lewis
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The human voice: individually it is strong; together in a range of voices, it is powerful.
Out on the bike Saturday, I stopped in a park where a choir was assembling at a casual event in a nearby neighbourhood.
I’ll stop, anytime, to listen to any live music.
The voices rose high above the crowd, into and above the trees in the middle of a bustling city.
My spirit was lifted.
Powerful voices.
Singing out.
It was a non-audition community choir, people singing because they want to sing.
Is there a better reason for a choir?
I sat.
I listened.
I enjoyed.
It was moving.
I didn’t recognize any of the songs, but understood the message of one song in particular.
“Don’t be afraid.”
A beautiful theme.
Powerful and sustaining.
Individually we are strong.
Together we are powerful.
09/10/2018 j.g.l.
