Uncertainty can often
blur your surroundings.
The map is always there,
the lines signify the path
you need to follow.
You simply have to find
It is all in your hands.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
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A thought du jour, my daily breath includes collected and conceived observations, questions of life, fortune cookie philosophies, reminders, messages of peace and simplicity, unsolicited advice, inspirations, quotes and words that got me thinking. They may get you thinking too . . .
There is very little that can be said about Eric Clapton that hasn’t already been said; except I saw him last night.
I’ve been listening to the musician, in all stages of his career, over the past five decades and he has been around even longer than that.
Through the years I’ve grown to appreciate Clapton more as a performer, recording artist, and as one of the greatest guitarists of all time, but I’ve never seen him live; until last night.
He was everything (and more) that I expected, playing selections from his lengthy career, and paying homage not only the blues artists who have influenced him but also to friends no longer with us.
Clapton and his band kicked of the Toronto concert with a cover of The Band’s The Shape I’m in, a fitting tribute to his longtime Canadian friend Robbie Robertson. Then, later, a tune he once recorded with Tina Turner: Tearing Us Apart.
The show was filled with both popular hits and selections you could tell he felt like playing. With a catalogue like Clapton’s there could have been even more hits, but he did what he had to do.
At age 79, Clapton’s seemingly effortless prowess on electric and acoustic guitar was both mature and effective. There were a lot of “wow” moments.
It was quite an evening.
What else can I say?
I'm like a pencil;
Still I write.
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
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We feel days turn to weeks, and then months, until you can’t tell one from the other.
Each of us, regardless of city or country, has muddled through the year in a state of temporary displacement.
It’s December now. I might have noticed last week, but it didn’t quite sink in.
It has been like that lately. It’s not been a great time.
You keep wishing the year was over, and then it almost is.
I haven’t done as much as I’d like this year; I haven’t even done what I should have months ago. Since autumn arrived, I’ve been falling behind.
Heck I didn’t complete all my October tasks, let alone November. And now there are December things to do.
Like Christmas cards
I usually, or I try, to get cards out in plenty of time.
I try, or I usually do.
Not so much in 2020.
Christmas cards are important. It’s that one time of a year when you want someone to know you are thinking of him or her; especially this year. We all need to think a little more about those people who fill our lives with meaning, even from a distance.
A Christmas card sends a little love, and whishes for a better year ahead.