Days, weeks, then months
and years drift by.
Not always noticeable, or even
memorable, the time behind us
simply accumulates. All in all,
the sum of its parts leads to
a life well-lived, if you take
a moment to notice.
09/10/2024 j.g.l.
Mondays are just young Fridays
It’s not about height
or breadth, or depth.
It is all about perspective.
What limits you?
How far can you see?
To what end do you
appreciate what is in front of you?
Looking back is hindsight
and you have already been there.
Change your point of view.
Look up.
Don’t overlook opportunities.
What are your limits?
09/09/2024 j.g.l.
within
Secrets are rarely as heavy as
the weight we assign to them.
The gravity of circumspect
plays out, time and again. It is
what we carry as we decide
what crosses, or is held within,
our moral divide.
Sit with it for a while, moved
only when memory comes into
play; last night, or the other, or
any other day.
09/05/2024 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.
Mondays are just young Fridays
Posted on June 28, 2021 by j.g.lewis
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Today will be sunny instead of
the rain that was promised. It
was supposed to rain, as the
weather app says it will (again)
for the remainder of the week.
I put off plans to paint last
Saturday as they had been
predicting precipitation.
No rain.
No progress.
I have an appointment this
morning that will take me away
from my project, and I won’t
see a pleasant day in the next
four (at least) if I am to believe
what I read.
All this talk of rain, again and
again.
Do I trust what they say?
Do I put off plans because
of a wet forecast?
Maybe my time is better put
to use on some other project
or plan?
Should I do what I do, or
do what I can?
06/28/2021 j.g.l.
