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.
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.
j.g.l.
