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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There is warmth and comfort where I am: inside.
On the other side of the glass, it promises to be nasty and wet, as it has been more oft than not over the weekend and the days proceeding. Spring is taking its time arriving and April showers runneth o’er to May.
May rain, May snow (these days you can never know), but it seems less likely now than it was the other day. After all; it’s May.
There is the urge to settle in with a book on this side of the glass, rather than undertake my morning wander about this city. There is no particular place to go, and I usually do; rain or snow.
I don’t feel like it today.
I long for summer’s heat and, day-by-day, I seem to be hoping more and receiving less.
Look out the window.
The view changes daily, but it is still outside.
It is where I should be and, despite this seasonal objection, it is where I will go.
I will get out of my climate-controlled comfort zone.
Yes, at times, it is easier said than done. But I will as I should.
There is a big world out there, with so much to discover and much more to know,
I need to get outside and live. Behind the glass, I am only existing.