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.
If we wait too long
for the stars to align, for
some kind of hope, or
some kind of sign,
if we let our lives hang on
still-bated breath, we will
forever wonder
what is still to come
or what we have left. If we
don’t own the moments,
or make them our own,
will we ever feel like
we’ve made our way home?
If we can’t be honest
with others, and especially
our selves,
can we ever explain why
or how
we once felt?
If we wait too long, it
may never arrive.
Stop waiting,
start doing,
start feeling alive.
© 2016 j.g. lewis
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 am not comfortable
with the direction in
which this planet is
spinning, and has
been for far too long.
Frankly, I’m scared.
It’s a universal fright.
Right now we can’t
imagine, or even
understand what
happened or why.
It’s not ignorance,
it is bigger than that.
Who even allowed
this? On our watch?
How will we deal
with the aftermath?
I can’t even think of
solutions right now,
I can only know I
have friends who are
feeling this far more
deeply than I.
Will we work this out
together? Can we give
peace another chance?
It is our responsibility
to each other.
01/08/2021 j.g.l.
