What gets left behind
with our unmade minds
forever rushing?
What do we leave behind
if we did not take the
the time to notice?
What is no longer mine
because neither you nor I
could take our time?
12/02/2024 j.g.l.
look around
Be thankful
for what you have, for
what you have to let go of,
and for those who are still
with you. Gratitude comes
in many forms. Look around.
Be thankful.
j.g.l.
cloud songs
It is only silence and only
for now, a minute or three
but who is counting?
Enough, for now.
Slight Repose, a little grace,
enough until you have
found your place. Might be
morning, or the end of the day,
yet it is time to yourself anyway.
For now.
11/29/2024 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 May 27, 2019 by j.g.lewis
Leave a comment
The waiting was hard.
With unseasonable weather unreasonably uncooperative, my bicycle sat stationary for far too long. Winter is always the longest season, and spring has been far from cooperative.
I was longing for the open road, or the trails and bike paths, while I waited patiently.
I’m not good at patience, it is not my natural state. Or maybe it is? I guess.
I waited (I had to), but managed to get out between rain showers on Saturday and for even longer on Sunday (a beautiful day… for so many reasons).
I was reminded (again) that traffic is not patient, nor cooperative.
I was reminded again of the freedom of a bicycle, but also of the responsibility.
I was reminded of limits (both mine and that of my bike).
I was reminded of a few simple rules that apply both to cycling or travelling through life:
-Know your direction.
-Stay in your lane
-Always watch where you are going and signal your intent to others.
-Ring your bell.
-Move at your own pace.
-Don’t take up too much space, but know what is yours.
-Let people know you are coming.
-Communication is important.
-Expect the unexpected.
-Courtesy and respect go a long way (and so can you).
I popped into a few bike shops over the weekend, replaced a tire, treated myself to a new helmet, then admired (and touched) a couple of new bikes. Maybe, I thought, later. . . but I was reminded of, perhaps, the most important lesson: make do with what you own, but more importantly, use what you have already have.
05/27/209 j.g.l.
