Who can you blame?
Are the feelings unjust when a decision is a matter of knowing you must find fault or favour with the ill winds of change?
It is never enough to simply rearrange plans or predicaments. It is like making a prediction of all my flaws with my faith as fractured or fragile as it is, or has been.
Far easier to see what I haven’t been doing.
03/24/2023 j.g.l.
We tire of unpredictable weather, the damp morning chill, wet socks and lost mittens. Winter keeps reminding it is not through with us.
We have suffered long enough.
The streets are tired and dirty and the time change only makes things darker in the morning.
We need a brighter view.
We need, now, the renewal that comes with spring.
03/20/2023 j.g.l.
Progress comes less from planning than participation.
Dreams and wishes require action and attention.
Start moving.
03/19/2023 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.
Did we ever know, or have any idea, that an event or era of historic proportions could happen as easily as it has? Or act as swiftly? Or that it would be as confusing as it is? Or be as deadly?
In these pandemic days we no longer know the status quo, don’t understand the shift, and can’t comprehend the change in how it feels to be a human being.
The numbers are numbing; statistics shift at such a rapid pace, and misinformation keeps up with actual fact. How do we believe, and whom do we believe?
In whom can we believe?
How can we know when you, yourself, say it isn’t so?
05/17/2020 j.g.l.
