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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Really, what is the future?
Tomorrow seems close enough, while next month or next year is days and months away. Years surpass my time on this planet, as if that makes a difference.
I am such a small speck in the big picture.
I am what I believe myself to be.
I am not insignificant.
I am my own future, or; I am for a time.
It is what I do today that will determine the future for many days to come…or hours,
‘As far as we know it, today only happens once’: words on a sign I read last week. These words are as inspiring today as they were at the time, as meaningful today as they were last week, and as purposeful as they may well be in the unknown future.
I did not realize that the future was as close as it was, but it is.
It is now…ooops; it has already passed. That is what time does, whether in the present — in the now — or it was yesterday or last week. Time passes.
Now was, at one time, the future.
And, then there is today.
It only happens once.
05/10/2021 j.g. lewis