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?
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Remember to say thank you.
Today. I know you think
you usually do, but usually
isn’t often enough.
Yesterday, or last Friday,
remember, wherever you were,
and the why or where doesn’t
really matter because you
were in a rush, and whatever it
was or wasn’t on time, or you didn’t
get out of that frame of mind,
so you accepted it as is, but paid
no heed to the fact that
somebody else took the time to
get you what you wanted, or
requested, or damn well demanded
because you were you and you
needed just that, right then, and
you got it, yes you did.
Whatever it was, whatever it meant,
whatever you asked for, whatever
you spent. It doesn’t matter, now,
not today, because you got it
anyway. Whatever that was,
whatever your mood, you failed to
show any gratitude. Anything
you’ve got, anything you do, is
always more appreciated when
you say thank you.
Make it a habit. Make it one of
those things you expect
of your self.
You’ll thank yourself later.
Think about it.
At 5:09 a.m., you’ll be
thankful when all is said and
done. With friends and family
or total strangers, if you take
time to say those two simple
words, you’ll make somebody
feel better about themselves.
Thank you very much.
05/13/ 2021 j.g.l.