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.
People are people. I am one of
many. Each of us is different.
We change (perhaps evolve) daily
or hourly, at times with certainty
but more often than not we doubt.
It is natural. We have questions.
We become conflicted, or are
concerned. Our humanity is
challenged, but it doesn’t make us
any less human. We adapt. We
become stronger or more timid
(depending on what is demanded
of us), and we continue moving
forward. We do. It’s all we can ask
or becomes what we accept without
expectation or reservation. We can
be only be who we are and not
always what we would like to be.
Reality is a natural force.
01/11/2021 j.g.l.
