Which way are you going?
What route will you follow?
Where will it take you?
03/31/2023 j.g.l.
Mondays are just young Fridays
The clock and the calendar move
forward incrementally, naturally
(as it should be) from a darker
winter we can’t leave behind to
something resembling spring.
In-between our seasons we take
whatever we can, where we are.
We have little choice.
A less-than-enthusiastic forecast
glares at me from a mobile device,
with greater chance of soakers
more than once or twice in the
week ahead as atmospheric rivers
come down to earth (a convenient
excuse for all it’s worth).
April showers still to come, as it
happens, as it is always done, we
keep moving forward step-by-step
mainly in spite of the weather.
03/27/2023 j.g.l.
of interest
your knowledge is
your currency
save up for what
you need or desire
there is interest
in your wisdom
03/26/2023 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.
We Learn To Accept
Posted on December 13, 2020 by j.g.lewis
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Each of us is fragile, under pressure, and aware of the life’s difficulties. Day by day the obstacles change, or become more familiar, and we deal with them (or try) in our own way.
Past experience allows us, at times, to get through, or get past all that we face; only because we have been there before.
It might not be the same experience, but we have learned.
Life’s common, or uncommon, events take a chip out of our ego, dent our pride, and leave scars or scuffs.
Sometimes we can’t see. Other times we can’t heal.
We are all a bit broken, and full of imperfections.
When we connect with another person, we get a sense of their hardships, or inadequacies.
We learn to accept them as we have come to accept ourselves.
In that we find beauty.
Each of us are beautiful wrecks. When we realize that, it makes it easier to accept one another.
I am here, flaws and all.
I’m glad you are as well.
12/12/2020 j.g.l.
