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.
One ought — in these days of disease and deception, wanton greed and calculated corruption — to be able to step aside and rediscover what life is all about.
Caught up in the noise, the rhetoric and nonsensical sensibilities, we should each find time, however swift and fleeting, to allow art to influence our nature; and being. And grace.
Create your own solace in the midst of this madness.
Take responsibility for your self.
Be mindful, if only for a moment, of what art is there, and what it can do for you.
You are better off in knowing.
08/09/2020 j.g.l.
