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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 . . .

Mondays are just young Fridays

What gets left behind

with our unmade minds

forever rushing?

 

What do we leave behind

if we did not take the 

the time to notice?

 

What is no longer mine

because neither you nor I 

could take our time?

 

12/02/2024                                                                                                                           j.g.l.

look around

Be thankful
for what you have, for
what you have to let go of,
and for those who are still
with you. Gratitude comes
in many forms. Look around.
Be thankful.

                                                                             j.g.l.

cloud songs

     It is only silence and only 

   for now, a minute or three

           but who is counting?

Enough, for now.

     Slight Repose, a little grace,

   enough until you have

   found your place.    Might be 

   morning, or the end of the day, 

   yet it is time to yourself anyway. 

           For now.

 

11/29/2024                                                                                                      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.

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Mondays are just young Fridays

Posted on May 24, 2021 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

With summer now breaking (finally), our thoughts are given the space to roam.
   The May long weekend often feels like our first taste of the seasons, and summer is, as it has always been, about adventure.
   Family camping trips, weekends at the cabin, long-distance road travel to faraway places; the memories and examples fill my mind, and summer allows them.
   It is easier to dream, to believe, in summer.
   I look forward to further adventures.
   We are now in lockdown (still), but that shouldn’t stop me from climbing on my bike, or setting off in a new direction on my morning walk.
What’s holding you back from taking an adventure?
   Do you need a destination? Or is the attempt to find something enough to fulfill this inner need?
   We all need an adventure. It’s probably easier than we think.
   Don’t plan; just go.
   Pack a lunch. If you eat your sandwich under a tree along the way (perhaps in that park you have passed by before), it becomes a picnic. Give yourself time.  Take a book, or your camera or sketchbook. Record the event.
   Couldn’t we all use more picnics?
   Summer is about possibility.
   Life isn’t always a picnic, but perhaps an excuse to have one.

05/24/2021                                        j.g.l.

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