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 slept in this morning, not on purpose, just because.
I am, pretty much, an early riser. I am also a light sleeper.
Not this morning.
My first night on a new mattress, I woke up refreshed. Relaxed. All of those aches and pains that have been a part of mornings past seem to be gone.
Now, I admit, I just work up and the day has yet to really prove itself, but I feel good.
Right now that’s good enough for me because some mornings (I know) aren’t like that.
Today is, so far anyway.
I hope you slept well, and you too will have a good day.
11/22/2020 j.g.l.
