Days, weeks, then months
and years drift by.
Not always noticeable, or even
memorable, the time behind us
simply accumulates. All in all,
the sum of its parts leads to
a life well-lived, if you take
a moment to notice.
09/10/2024 j.g.l.
Mondays are just young Fridays
It’s not about height
or breadth, or depth.
It is all about perspective.
What limits you?
How far can you see?
To what end do you
appreciate what is in front of you?
Looking back is hindsight
and you have already been there.
Change your point of view.
Look up.
Don’t overlook opportunities.
What are your limits?
09/09/2024 j.g.l.
within
Secrets are rarely as heavy as
the weight we assign to them.
The gravity of circumspect
plays out, time and again. It is
what we carry as we decide
what crosses, or is held within,
our moral divide.
Sit with it for a while, moved
only when memory comes into
play; last night, or the other, or
any other day.
09/05/2024 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.
Forgiveness
Posted on July 30, 2020 by j.g.lewis
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I forgive you; powerful words.
The sign on the outside of an Italian restaurant across the street from my downtown Toronto condo shook me with its honesty.
Apparently, in the dark hours over one of the past couple of nights, someone decided to break the windows of this small Italian kitchen.
It was just another act of senseless vandalism.
The space now secured by plywood, the restaurant owner took a marker and spelled out his frustrations:
To the guy who thought it would be
cool to break my windows the other night
I’m not sure what you are gong through maybe
you’re feeling down and out or you were just
having a bad day. I forgive you. We are all struggling
I’ve questioned everything the past few months. You are
not alone. We are all in this together.
Love & peace #stay strong
The restaurateur is a guy just trying to make a buck, just a guy trying to survive or make his way through these pandemic days.
For months, restaurants in Toronto have only been open for take-out and delivery. Recently patio service was allowed, but with distance restrictions. On Friday, indoor seating will open up with health and space restrictions.
Some of these places have been struggling for more than four months while others have not bothered to open or have simply given up.
Who can blame them?
Wherever you are, you know what these past few months have been like. Whether mom and pop operations, huge corporate franchises, or street corner coffee stops, entire organizations are faltering.
Nobody, anywhere, has any idea just how bad the economic fallout from this virus will be (globally, nationally, or locally), but we know it’s not a pretty picture and it will take a long time before it gets better.
What we can do is support the businesses we can, when we can.
I know where I’ll be ordering my pasta this Friday night.
Fusaro’s on Richmond St. East.
