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.
Month: June 2021
I don’t do umbrellas.
Well, I do… or I have, but it is always a temporary thing.
It seems I can never keep a bumbershoot in my possession.
Who knows how many I have lost, or misplaced, or left behind at unknown points along my journey? I have purchased, been gifted, and found more umbrellas than I dare to count. Many have been abandoned in cabs, coffee shops or cocktail lounges, business meetings, funerals, hotel rooms, or hanging on the coat rack at some soon-forgotten lover’s apartment (I do remember the quick getaway in the pre-dawn hours, only to be reminded by the downpour on the wet tenement steps the moment I got outside).
I will not spend another dollar on something I am sure to lose again, the money far better spent on lottery tickets where there is an even greater chance of a return.
Instead, on those mornings where rain has arrived or is threatening, I choose to don this old reliable Tilley hat that my father gave me some 30 years ago. With an almost umbrella-sized brim (protecting my eyeglasses from errant or evident splish-splash), it is ugly, utilitarian, and utterly useful; with hands-free convenience, it does what it is supposed to do, promises nothing more, and is there when I need it.
I haven’t lost it yet.
06/15/2021 j.g.l.
Posted on June 14, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Some days are better than others; other days are worse than they should be, and many are the same as they have been before.
Nights are not long enough, and the days are too short.
Some days suffer by reputation or familiarity, few offer the mystery they have in the past, yet there are those that simply happen as they should. Those days, you see or do a couple more things than you usually do and manage a few surprises along the way. It just happens, and is more appreciated when it is not all planned out.
Many days are meant to be adventures, others do not move swiftly enough.
What you can count on is that Wednesday will always follow Tuesday, and then Thursday just takes place. Saturdays often blur into Sundays. If you do it right, Mondays are just young Fridays. It is not always routine, nor is it day after day again and again, as if it is part of the process.
Take from each day what it offers, and leave behind what you can, when you can; surely there will further disappointments or delays in the days ahead.
Try to spend more time remembering the good days, because bad days have a way of reminding you what they were and when they were. Celebrate the good ones, and try to squeeze in a few more in on a regular basis.
06/14/2021 j.g.l.
Posted on June 13, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
What will happen if we all
breathe our peace?
Individually, together,
can we make it happen?
Can we try?
Can we each do our part?
06/13/2021 j.g.l.
